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The English and Scottish Popular Ballads

Edited by Francis James Child.

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Bonny Peggy Irvine

THE EARL OF ABOYNE—H

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Campbell MSS, II, 105.

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The Earl of Boon's to London gone,
And all his merry men with him;
For a' the ribbonds hang at his horse's main.
He has left his lady behind him.

2

He had not been a night in town,
Nor a day into the city,

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Until that the letters they came to him,
And the ladies they did invite him.

3

His lady has lookit oer her left shoulder,
To see if she saw him coming,
And then she saw her ain good lord,
Just newly come from London.

4

‘Come kiss me, my dear, come kiss me,’ he said,
‘Come kiss me for my coming,
For if I had staid another day in town
Tomorrow I would hae been married in Lunnon.’

5

She turned about wi a very saucy look,
As saucy as eer did a woman;
Says, If a' be true that I've heard of you,
You may go back and kiss your whores in Lunnon.

6

‘Go call on Jack, my waiting-man,’ he said,
‘Go saddle and make him ready;
For I maun away to the Bughts o Gight,
To speak to the Marquess of Huntly.’

7

He had not been at the Bughts of the Gight,
Nor the horses yet weel bated,
Until that the letters came ta him
That his lady was newly streeket.

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‘Wae's me, my dear! wae's me!’ he said,
‘It waes me for my coming;
For I wad rather lost a' the Bughts o the Gight
Or I had lost my bonny Peggy Irvine.’