Poems and songs By the late Richard Gall. With a memoir of the author |
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PEGGY WI' THE GOWDEN HAIR. |
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PEGGY WI' THE GOWDEN HAIR.
Ye roses, fa' at my love's feet!
Ye lilies, bend your heads an' die!
Your bonny beauties, lang sae sweet,
Are now for ever lost on me:
For though ye sweetly bud an' blaw,
To busk the valley blooming fair,
There's ae sweet flower excels ye a',
Young Peggy wi' the gowden hair.
Ye lilies, bend your heads an' die!
Your bonny beauties, lang sae sweet,
Are now for ever lost on me:
For though ye sweetly bud an' blaw,
To busk the valley blooming fair,
There's ae sweet flower excels ye a',
Young Peggy wi' the gowden hair.
I sigh at e'en, I sigh at morn;
Nae peace hae I within my breast;
I dander o'er the fields forlorn,
To muse on her wham I lo'e best.
Sweet, sweet she smiles, she's kind an' leal,
There's nane like her amang the fair,
Her bonny glance is love's saft seal,
Young Peggy wi' the gowden hair.
Nae peace hae I within my breast;
I dander o'er the fields forlorn,
To muse on her wham I lo'e best.
Sweet, sweet she smiles, she's kind an' leal,
There's nane like her amang the fair,
Her bonny glance is love's saft seal,
Young Peggy wi' the gowden hair.
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Blaw, blaw, ye winds! your nipping cauld
Wi' cranreuch cleeds baith hill an' shaw;
Your blasts I scorn—love glows sae bauld
For her wha's stown my heart awa.
Ye Powers wha watch wi' tentie e'e,
An' blessings on us bodies skair,
O grant ae matchless boon to me,
Sweet Peggy wi' the gowden hair!
Wi' cranreuch cleeds baith hill an' shaw;
Your blasts I scorn—love glows sae bauld
For her wha's stown my heart awa.
Ye Powers wha watch wi' tentie e'e,
An' blessings on us bodies skair,
O grant ae matchless boon to me,
Sweet Peggy wi' the gowden hair!
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