Allan Ramsay[76s6-/75s]
¶3fj^ PeggyMy 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,And I'm not very auld,Yet well I like to meet her atThe wawking' of the fauld.*
¶My Peggy speaks sae sweetlyWhene'er we meet alane,I wish nae mair to lay my care,I, wish nae mair of a' that's rare;My Peggy sp>eaks sae sweetly,To a' the lave' I'm cauld.But she gars* a' my spirits glowAt wawking of the fauld.
¶My Peggy smiles sae kindlyWhene'er I whisper love.That I look down on a' the town.That I look down upon a crown;My Peggy smiles sae kindly.It makes me blyth and bauld.And naething gives me sic delightAs wawking of the fauld.
¶My Peggy sings sae saftlyWhen 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 tauldWith innocence the wale^ of sense.At wawking of the fauld.'Watching. ^ gheep-fold. 'Rest. ■* Makes. SQjoice.