A New Scotch Ballad OF Jealous Nanny: Or, Falsehearted WILLY turned True?  
To the Tune of, Moggies jealousy.  
 
 

MY own dear Nanny, my fair eyen,  
my pretty sweet Creature, my Love,  
Why, what is the matter, my dear eyen,  
That Nanny will from me remove:  
And Willy I'se sure ye do gush it,  
For awe ye do look so demure,  
And tho' ye will never confess it,  
Yet Willy's a fause eyen i se sure.   

Ah! Nanny, quo he, be not cruel,  
But banish that jealousy quite,  
For Nanny was always my jewel,  
my joy and my anely delight:  
Na mere, quo she, prithee dear Willy,  
your flattery never will Cure,  
Tha' Nanny has been but too silly,  
Yet now ye're a fause eyen i se sure.   

So farewell to Willy the Ranger,  
For i se never trouble ye mere,  
Gin Moggies unkind you may change her,  
for every new face is your dear:  
Ne mere shall your sighing and crying,  
bring Nanny to stoop to your lure,  
Nor pity ye, than ' you're a dying,  
for Willy's a fause eyen i se sure.   

AH! Nanny, pray tell the occasion,  
why you will your Willy desert,  
And if I can make no Evasion,  
for ever for ever we'se part:  
For Willy was never a Ranger,  
nor nene can love Nanny mere truer,  
But Gin she will part for a Stranger,  
than Nanny's a fause eyen i se sure.   

Nay, Willy may talk for his Pleasure,  
but i se may believe what I please,  
For Moggy Ice sure is his Treasure,  
and Nanny his only disease:  
How oft have I heard you to praise her,  
and say that there none was like to her,  
And swore he was happy could please her,  
nay Willy's a fause eyen i se sure.   

And have I not heard you with Sawney,  
discourse, embrace, and to smack,  
And seen him to thrust in his Tawny  
rough hand down your Lily-white back:  
Ye know that I saw this, my dear,  
yet I never thought ye untruer,  
This never occasioned my fear,  
for Nanny was just I was sure.   

Ah! prithee dear Willy forgive me,  
And i se ne'er be jealous again,  
'Twas only my Love, you'll believe me,  
and i se had the worst of the pain:  
And Willy shall still be my dearest,  
with Willy Ise always endure,  
And Nanny shall still be his fairest,  
for Willy's nay fause eyen i se sure.   

But the Parson shall make us amends too  
And we'll have a merry long day,  
With all our Relations and Friends too,  
and the Piper all Night he shall play:  
And thou shalt put on thy best jerkin,  
and I will put on my best quoise,  
For my Mother will Brew a whole Firkin  
against that thou make me thy Wife.   
FINIS.