X: 1
T: NANCY'S TO THE GREEN-WOOD GANE
O: 1806
B: "Caledonian Musical Repository", 1806, p.254-257
F: http://digital.nls.uk/special-collections-of-printed-music/pageturner.cfm?id=87661539
Z: 2013 John Chambers <jc:trillian.mit.edu>
N: Added missing dot to fix the rhythm in measure 4.
M: C
L: 1/8
K: D
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A2 | A3 B A2 (GA) | (GFTE) D B3 d |
w: There Nan-cy's to the* green-**wood gane, To
A3 B (A>Bd) F | TA4 d3 A | B2 (B/c/d)
w: hear the gowd-**spink chatt'-ring, And WIl-lie**
{B}A2 (GF) | (GFTE) D B3 d | A3 B (A>BA) F |
w: he has* fol-**low'd her, To gain her love** by
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TA4  d2 :: (A>B) | d2 f2 {g}f2 (ef) | (gfTe) d
w: flatt'-ring. But* a' that he could* say** or
B2 (A>B) | d2 f2 (gf) (ed) | (Tf3 g) a2 zb |
w: do, She* geck'd and scorn-*ed* at* him; And
a2 f2 {g}f2 (ef) | (gfTe) d B2 g | (fg) a2
w: ay when he be-*gan** to woo, She bid* him
(A>BA) F | TA4 d2 :|
w: mind** what gat him.
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W:2.What ails ye at my dad, quoth he,
W:    My minny, or my aunty?
W:  Wi' crowdy-mowdy they fed me,
W:    Lang-kail, and ranty-tanty:
W:  Wi' bannocks o' gude barley-meal,
W:    O' thae there was right plenty,
W:  Wi' chapped stocks fu' butter'd weel;
W:    And was na that right dainty?
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W:3.Although my father was nae laird,
W:    'Tis daffin to be vaunty,
W:  He keepit ay a gude kail-yard,
W:    A ha'-house, and a pantry;
W:  A gude blue bannet on his head,
W:    An owrlay 'bout his craigy;
W:  And ay until the day he died,
W:    He rade on gude shanks-naigy.
W:
W:4.Now, wae and wonder on your snout!
W:    Wad ye hae bonny Nancy?
W:  Wad ye compare yoursel to me?
W:    A docken till a tansy!
W:  I hae a wooer o' my ain,
W:      They ca' him souple Sandy;
W:  And weel I wat, his bonny mou'
W:    Is sweet like sugar-candy.
W:
W:5.Wow, Nancy! what needs a' this din?
W:    Do I na ken this Sandy?
W:  I'm sure the chief o' a' his kin
W:    Was Rab the beggar randy.
W:  His minny, Meg, upon her back,
W:    Bare baith him and his billy:
W:  W'ill ye compare a nasty pack
W:    To me, your winsome Willie?
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W:6.My gutcher left a gude braid sword,
W:    Though it be auld and rusty,
W:  Yet ye may tak it on my word,
W:    It is baith stout and trusty:
W:  And if I can but get it drawn.
W:    Which will be right uneasy,
W:  I shall lay baith my lugs in pawn,
W:    That he shall get a heezy,
W:
W:7.Then Nancy turn'd her round about,
W:    And said, Did Sandy hear ye,
W:  Ye wadna miss to get a clout;
W:    I ken he doesna fear ye,
W:  Sae haud your tongue, and say nae mair;
W:    Set somewhere else your fancy;
W:  For as lang's Sandy's to the fore,
W:    Ye never shall get Nancy.
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