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Allan Cunningham (Аллен Каннингем) My Nanie-o RED rowes the Nith ’tween bank and brae, Mirk is the night and rainie-o, Though heaven and earth should mix in storm, I ’ll gang and see my Nanie-o; My Nanie-o, my Nanie-o; My kind and winsome Nanie-o, She holds my heart in love’s dear bands, And nane can do ’t but Nanie-o. In preaching time sae meek she stands, Sae saintly and sae bonnie-o, I cannot get ae glimpse of grace, For thieving looks at Nanie-o; My Nanie-o, my Nanie-o; The world ’s in love with Nanie-o; That heart is hardly worth the wear That wadna love my Nanie-o. My breast can scarce contain my heart, When dancing she moves finely-o; I guess what heaven is by her eyes, They sparkle sae divinely-o; My Nanie-o, my Nanie-o; The flower of Nithsdale ’s Nanie-o; Love looks frae ’neath her lang brown hair, And says, I dwell with Nanie-o. Tell not, thou star at gray daylight, O’er Tinwald-top so bonnie-o, My footsteps ’mang the morning dew When coming frae my Nanie-o; My Nanie-o, my Nanie-o; Nane ken o’ me and Nanie-o; The stars and moon may tell ’t aboon, They winna wrang my Nanie-o! Allan Cunningham's other poems:
Темы стихотворения (Poem Themes): Rivers (Реки), Nith (Scotland) (Нит (Шотландия)) Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1309 |
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