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| MY 1 Peggy is a young thing | |
| 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, | 5 |
| And I’m na very auld; | |
| Yet weel I like to meet her at | |
| The wauking o’ the fauld. | |
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| My Peggy speaks sae sweetly | |
| Whene’er we meet alane, | 10 |
| 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 | 15 |
| At waukin o’ the fauld. | |
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| My Peggy smiles sae kindly | |
| Whene’er I whisper love, | |
| That I look doun on a’ the toun— | |
| That I look doun upon a croun. | 20 |
| My Peggy smiles sae kindly | |
| It mak’s me blythe and bauld; | |
| And naething gie’s me sic delight | |
| As wauking o’ the fauld. | |
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| My Peggy sings sae saftly | 25 |
| 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 | 30 |
| Wi’ innocence the wale o’ sense, | |
| At wauking o’ the fauld. | |
