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MY FANNY O!
O wat ye wha's in yon house,
Yon stern and stately palace O?
A forest flower's in yon house,
Fresh frae the mountain valleys O!
The city dames are nice and prim,
Tight tied with laces many O;
But she with love doth freely brim,
And thinks nae harm, my Fanny O!
O wat ye wha's in yon big house,
And gars my rhymes sae jingle O?
A lass—O would I had her crouse
The queen of my blithe ingle O!
Yon stern and stately palace O?
A forest flower's in yon house,
Fresh frae the mountain valleys O!
The city dames are nice and prim,
Tight tied with laces many O;
But she with love doth freely brim,
And thinks nae harm, my Fanny O!
O wat ye wha's in yon big house,
And gars my rhymes sae jingle O?
A lass—O would I had her crouse
The queen of my blithe ingle O!
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O wat ye wha's in yon house,
Yon proud and lordly palace O?
Wha would expect in yon house
The bloom o' mountain valleys O?
Though fairer features I ha'e seen,
And forms more slender many O;
Yet twa sic frank and friendly een
I only found in Fanny O!
The learned may mark the lines of art,
Split nice distinctions many O;
But gi'e thou me the truthful heart,
The open eye of Fanny O!
Yon proud and lordly palace O?
Wha would expect in yon house
The bloom o' mountain valleys O?
Though fairer features I ha'e seen,
And forms more slender many O;
Yet twa sic frank and friendly een
I only found in Fanny O!
The learned may mark the lines of art,
Split nice distinctions many O;
But gi'e thou me the truthful heart,
The open eye of Fanny O!
Where Beaumont water glides wi' glee
Frae Cheviot green and grassy O,
There might I wander free wi' thee,
My blithe, true-hearted lassie O!
O shun the arts of city dames!
Nae prickly fashion dress thee O!
O sport not thou with fickle flames,
Nae fopling false caress thee O!
O shun the taint of pride and pelf,
And, 'mid thy lovers many O,
Choose him who loves the simple self
Of fresh, free-hearted Fanny O!
Frae Cheviot green and grassy O,
There might I wander free wi' thee,
My blithe, true-hearted lassie O!
O shun the arts of city dames!
Nae prickly fashion dress thee O!
O sport not thou with fickle flames,
Nae fopling false caress thee O!
O shun the taint of pride and pelf,
And, 'mid thy lovers many O,
Choose him who loves the simple self
Of fresh, free-hearted Fanny O!
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