An Answer to Nanny O; Or, The Happy Agreement between the Two Scotch Lovers, WILLY & NANNY.  
Tune of, Nanny O.  
This may be printed, R. P.  
 

ARt thou so loyal to thy Love,  
then i'll the like of kindness show:  
There's no one that I prise above  
my young and lively Willy O.  
'Tis Willy, Willy, Willy O,  
the love I bear to Willy O,  
All the world shall never know  
the love I bear to Willy O.   

If I might have Lord, Duke, or Earl,  
and in rich Silks and Satins go,  
Likewise adorned with Orient Pearl,  
I'd leave it all for Willy O.  
'Tis Willy, Willy, Willy O,  
the love I bear to Willy O,  
All the world shall never know  
the love I bear to Willy O.   

If to my Father you should ride.  
and he should chance to answer no,  
Yet I will yield to be the Bride  
of thee my Loyal Willy O.  
'Tis Willy, Willy, Willy O,  
the love I bear to Willy O,  
All the world shall never know  
the love I bear to Willy O.   
 
 

My Dearest, I have House and Land,  
a curious Lamb and breeding You;  
With these i'll give both heart and hand  
to thee my loving Willy O.  
'Tis Willy, Willy, Willy O,  
the love I bear to Willy O,  
All the world shall never know  
the love I bear to Willy O.   

To thee I never will be coy,  
behold, mine Eyes like Fountains flow;  
'Tis with the ecstasy of joy,  
in meeting with my Willy O.  
'Tis Willy, etc.   

In Cards and Dice some takes delight  
until it proves their overthrow;  
Put thou in Nannys beauty bright  
who is in love with Willy O.  
'tis Willy, etc.   

If thou comest to me soon or late,  
my love and loyalty i'll show;  
A boy or man shall always wait  
on thee my true-Love Willy O.  
'Tis Willy, etc.   

My dear, that day that we are wed  
we will invite all, high and low,  
Then i'll afford my Maidenhead  
to thee my True-Love Willy O.  
'Tis Willy, etc.   

Against that day a fine Laced Band  
upon my Love I will bestow;  
There's no young man in Cumberland  
that can compare with Willy O.  
'Tis Willy, etc.   

My Love, we'll make no long delay,  
but to the Kirk with speed we'll go;  
Upon the next high Holiday,  
where we'll be married, Willy O.  
'Tis Willy, Willy, Willy O,  
the love I bear to Willy O,  
All the world shall never know  
the Love I bear to Willy O.    

Printed for P. Brooksby at the Gold Ball in Py-corner.