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But Peggy dear, the ev'ning's clear, Thick flies the skimmin Swallow; The sky is blue, the fields in view, All waving green and yellow: Come let us stray our gladsome way, And view the chains of nature; The rustling corn, the fruited thorn, And ev'ry happy, creature.
We'll gently walk, and sweetly talk, Till the silent moon shine clearly; I'll grasp thy waist, and, fondly prest, Swear how I love thee dearly! No vernal show'rs to buddin flow'rs, Not Autumn to the Farmer, So dear can be, as thou to me, My fair, my lovely Charmer.
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TUNE-My Nannie, O.
BEHIND yon hills where Lugar flows, 'Mang muirs and mosses many, O, The wintry sun the day has clos'd, And I'll awa to Nannie, O. The westlin winds blaw loud and shrill, And it's baith mirk and rainy, O; I'll get my plaid, and out I'll steal, And owre the hills to Nannie, O.
My Nannie's charming, sweet, and young Nae artfu' wiles to win ye, O;
