Nansy’s to the Green Wood gane.
Sung by Jenny, p. 15.
I Yield, dear lassie, you have won,
And there is nae denying,
That sure as light flows frae the sun,
Frae love proceeds complying;
For a’ that we can do or say,
‘Gainst love nae thinker heeds us,
They ken our bosoms lodge the fae,
That by the heart-strings leads us.