 | The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill |  |
BONNIE FAIRED-HAIRED NANNIE.
Full eighteen summers up life's braeI speeded on fu' canny, O,
Till sleeky Love threw in my way
Young bonnie fair-haired Nanny, O.
I wooed her soon, I won her syne,
Our vows o' love were many, O;
And, oh! what happy days were mine
Wi' bonnie faired-haired Nannie, O.
| The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill | |