NOW in her green mantle blythe Nature arrays,
And listens the lambkins that bleat o'er her braes,
While birds warble welcomes in ilka green shaw;
But to me it 's delightless------my Nanie 's awa.------

The snawdrap and primrose our woodlands adorn,
And violets bathe in the weet o' the morn;
They pain my sad bosom, sae sweetly they blaw,
They mind me o' Nanie--------and Nanie 's awa.------

Thou lavrock that springs frae the dews of the lawn,
The shepherd to warn o' the grey-breaking dawn,
And thou mellow mavis that hails the night-fa',
Give over for pity--------my Nanie 's awa.------

Come Autumn, sae pensive, in yellow and grey,
And soothe me wi' tydins o' Nature's decay:
The dark, dreary Winter, and wild-driving snaw,
Alane can delight me--------now Nanie 's awa.------