William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
Paties SongAllan Ramsay (16861758)
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Just entered 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 na very auld;
Yet weel I like to meet her at
The wauking o’ the fauld.
Whene’er we meet alane,
I wish nae mair to lay my care—
I wish nae mair o’ a’ that’s rare.
My Peggy speaks sae sweetly,
To a’ the lave I’m cauld;
But she gars o’ my spirits glow
At waukin o’ the fauld.
Whene’er I whisper love,
That I look doun on a’ the toun—
That I look doun upon a croun.
My Peggy smiles sae kindly
It mak’s me blythe and bauld;
And naething gie’s me sic delight
As wauking o’ the fauld.
When on my pipe I play,
By a’ the rest it is confessed—
By a’ the rest—that she sings best.
My Peggy sings sae saftly,
And in her sangs are tald
Wi’ innocence the wale o’ sense,
At wauking o’ the fauld.