English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 274. Peggy |
| | | Allan Ramsay (1686–1758) |
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| 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, | 5 |
| And I’m not very auld, | |
| Yet well I like to meet her at | |
| The wawking 1 of the fauld. 2 | |
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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 of a’ that’s rare; | |
| My Peggy speaks sae sweetly, | |
| To a’ the lave 3 I’m cauld, | |
| But she gars 4 a’ my spirits glow | 15 |
| At wawking of the fauld. | |
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| 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; | 20 |
| My Peggy smiles sae kindly, | |
| It makes me blyth and bauld, | |
| And naething gives me sic delight | |
| As wawking of the fauld. | |
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| My Peggy sings sae saftly | 25 |
| 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 | 30 |
| With innocence the wale 5 of sense, | |
| At wawking of the fauld. | |
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