O ken ye lovely Nancie,
Of Corrie's fairy water?
O ken ye bonnie Nancie,
John Corrie's only daughter?
She's peerless when she speaks,
When silent she's a shiner,
There's sorcery in her song,
And her dancing's still diviner.
O were I but the light
Of the morning to awake her,
When she rises pure and bright,
In the glory of her Maker!
I am busy working to bring Allan Cunningham's "Nancie Corrie" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
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