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My Peggy smiles sae kindly,
Whene'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 make me blythe and bauld,
And naething gi'es me sic delight
As wauking o' 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 o' sense,
As wauking o' the fauld.
LOCHABER NO MORE.
⟨Fareweel⟩ to Lochaber and fareweel to my Jean,
Where ⟨heartsome⟩ with thee I have mony days ⟨been⟩
For Lochaber no more Lochaber no more,
We'll may be return to Lochaber no more.
Those tears that I shed they are a' for my dear,
And no for the ⟨dangers⟩ attending on weir;
