Bonnie Peggy.
[John Sim.—Air, "Bonnie lassie, O."]
O, we aft ha'e met at e'en, bonnie Peggy, O,
On the banks of Cart sae green, bonnie Peggy, O,
Where the waters smoothly rin,
Far aneath the roaring lin,
Far frae busy strife and din, bonnie Peggy, O.
When the lately crimson west, bonnie Peggy, O,
In her darker robe was drest, bonnie Peggy, O,
And a sky of azure blue,
Deck'd with stars of golden hue,
Rose majestic to the view, bonnie Peggy, O.
When the sound of flute or horn, bonnie Peggy, O,
On the gale of evening borne, bonnie Peggy, O,
We have heard in echoes die,
While the wave that rippl'd by,
Sung a soft and sweet reply, bonnie Peggy, O.
Then how happy would we rove, bonnie Peggy, O,
Whilst thou blushing own'd thy love, bonnie Peggy, O,
Whilst thy quickly throbbing breast
To my beating heart I press'd,
Ne'er was mortal half so blest, bonnie Peggy, O.
Now, alas! these scenes are o'er, bonnie Peggy, O;
Now, alas! we meet no more, bonnie Peggy, O,
Oh! ne'er again, I ween,
Will we meet at summer e'en,
On the banks of Cart sae green, bonnie Peggy, O.
Yet hadst thou been true to me, bonnie Peggy, O,
As I still ha'e been to thee, bonnie Peggy, O,
Then with bosom, O how light,
Had I hail'd the coming night,
And yon evening star so bright, bonnie Peggy, O.