Robert Burns (17591796). Poems and Songs. The Harvard Classics. 190914. |
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| 482. SongPretty Peg, my dearie |
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| AS I gaed up by yon gate-end, | |
| When day was waxin weary, | |
| Wha did I meet come down the street, | |
| But pretty Peg, my dearie! | |
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| Her air sae sweet, an shape complete, | 5 |
| Wi nae proportion wanting, | |
| The Queen of Love did never move | |
| Wi motion mair enchanting. | |
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| Wi linkèd hands we took the sands, | |
| Adown yon winding river; | 10 |
| Oh, that sweet hour and shady bower, | |
| Forget it shall I never! | |
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