The Poetry of Robert Burns | ||
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MONTGOMERIE'S PEGGY
I
Altho' my bed were in yon muir,Amang the heather, in my plaidie,
Yet happy, happy would I be,
Had I my dear Montgomerie's Peggy.
II
When o'er the hill beat surly storms,And winter nights were dark and rainy,
I'd seek some dell, and in my arms
I'd shelter dear Montgomerie's Peggy.
III
Were I a Baron proud and high,And horse and servants waiting ready,
Then a' 'twad gie o' joy to me—
The sharin't with Montgomerie's Peggy.
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