Sang, pp.218-219.

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Sung by Patie, Page 1. 

– 

MY Peggy is a young thing, 

Just enter’d in her teens, 

Fair as the day, and sweet as May

Fair as the day, and always gay, 

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 I’m 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 naithing 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 tald, 

With innocence the wale of sense, 

At wawking of the fauld. 

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