PEGGY BAWN.
As I came o’er the Highland hills,
to a farmer’s house I came;
The night being dark, and something wet
I ventur’d into the same.
Where I was kindly treated,
and a pretty lass I spied,
Who ask’d me if I had a wife?
but marriage i denied.
I courted her the li’e-lang night,
till near the dawn of day,
When frankly she to me did say,
alang with you I’ll gae;
For Ireland is a fine country,
and the Scots to you are kin;
So I will gang alang with you,
my fortune to begin.
Day being come, and breakfast o’er,
to the parlour I was ta’en;
The gudeman kindly asked me,
if I’d marry his daughter Jane?
Five hundred merks I’ll give her,
besides a piece of lan';
But scarcely had he spoke the word,
till I thought of Peggy Bawn.
“ Your offer, Sir, is very good,
and I thank you too,” said I;
“But I cannot be your son-in-law,
and I’ll tell you the reason why;
My business calleth me in haste,
I am the king’s servant bound,
And I must gang awa’ this day,
straight to Edinburgh town.”
Oh, Peggy Bawy, thou art my own,
thy heart lies in my breast;
And though we at a distance are,
yet l love thee still the best;
Although we at a distance are,
and the seas between us roar,
Yet I’ll be constant, Peggy Bawn,
to thee for 'evermore.
FINIS.
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This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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