English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Allan Ramsay
274. Peggy
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.
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.
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 gives me sic delight
As wawking of the fauld.
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.