This text comes from The Scottish Minstrel (Second Series), a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
Oh! Nanny, wilt thou gang wi' me?
Nor sigh to leave the flaunting town;
Can silent glens have charms for thee,
The lowly cot, and russet gown?
Nae langer drest in silk and sheen,
Nae langer deck'd with jewels rare,
Say, canst thou quit each courtly scene,
Where thou art fairest of the fair?
Oh! Nanny, when thou'rt far awa,
Wilt thou not cast a wish behind?
Say, canst thou face the flaky snaw,
Nor shrink before a wintry wind?
Oh! can that saft, that gentle mien,
Extremes of hardships learn to bear,
Nor sad regret each courtly scene,
Where thou art fairest of the fair?
Oh! Nanny canst thou love so true,
Through perils keen wi' me to gae,
Or when thy swain mishap shall rue,
To share wi' him the pang of wae?
Say, should disease or pain befall,
Wilt thou assume the nurse's care,
Nor wistful those gay scenes recall,
Where thou wert fairest of the fair?
Oh! Nanny, when thy love shall die,
Wilt thou receive his parting breath?
Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh,
And cheer with smiles the bed of death?
And wilt thou o'er his breathless clay
Strew flowers and drop the tender tear,
Nor then regret those scenes so gay,
Where thou wert fairest of the fair?