York, you're wanted (1823)/My Peggy is a young thing
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MY PEGGY IS A YOUNG THING⟨.⟩
My Peggy is a young thing,
Just entered in her teens,
Fair at the day, and sweet as May,
Fair as the day, and always gay.
My Peggy is a young thing,
And I'm not very auld,
Yet weel I like to meet her at
The wauking o' the fauld.
My Peggy speaks sae sweetly,
Whene'er we meet alane,
I wish nae mair to lay my care,
I wish nae mair of a' that's rare.
My Peggy speaks sae sweetly,
To a' the lave I'm cauld,
But she gars a' my spirits glow,
At wauking o' the fauld.
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.
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.
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.