437. Peggy

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 of the fauld.

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 I’m cauld,
But she gars a’ my spirits glow	15
At wawking of the fauld.

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 gi’es me sic delight
As wawking of the fauld.

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 of sense,
At wawking of the fauld.

GLOSS: wawking] watching. lave] rest. wale] choice, best.