Banks of the Ban/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.
This work was published before January 1, 1928, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.