nae purer is than nanie, o.

a country lad is my degree,

an' few there be that ken me, o;

but what care i how few they be,

i'm welcome aye to nanie, o.

my riches a's my penny-fee,

an' i maun guide it cannie, o;

but warl's gear ne'er troubles me,

my thoughts are a' my nanie, o.

our auld guidman delights to view

his sheep an' kye thrive bonie, o;

but i'm as blythe that hands his pleugh,

an' has nae care but nanie, o.

come weel, come woe, i care na by;

i'll tak what heav'n will sen' me, o:

nae ither care in life have i,

but live, an' love my nanie, o.