ALLAN RAMSAY

My Peggy is a young thing,

And I'm not very auld, Yet well I like to meet her at

The wawking of the fauld.

My Peggy speaks sae sweetly

Whene'er we meet alane, I wish nae mair to lay my care, I wish nae mair of a' that 's rare ; My Peggy speaks sae sweetly,

To a' the lave Fm cauld, But she gars a' my spirits glow At wawking of the fauld.

My Peggy smiles sae kindly

Whene'er I whisper love,

That I look down on a' the town,

That I look down upon a crown ;

My Peggy smiles sae kindly,

It makes me blyth and bauld, And naething gi'es me sic delight As wawking of the fauld.

My Peggy sings sae saftly

When on my pipe I play, By a' the rest it is confest, By a' the rest, that she sings best; My Peggy sings sae saftly,

And in her sangs are tauld With innocence the wale of sense, At wawking of the fauld.

wawking] watching. lave] rest. wale] choice, best.

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