they mind me o' nanie—and nanie's awa.
thou lav'rock 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.
 e autumn, sae pensive, in yellow and grey,
and soothe me wi' tidings o' nature's decay:
the dark, dreary winter, and wild-driving snaw
alane can delight me—now nanie's awa.