My Peggy
My 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,
And I’m not very auld,
Yet well I like to meet her at
The wauking of the fauld.
My Peggy sings sae saftly,
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,
With innocence, the wale of sense,
At wauking of the fauld.
Allan Ramsay.
From “The Gentle Shepherd.”