 | The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill |  |
PEGGY O'RAFFERTY.
O could I fly like the green-coated fairy,
I 'd skip o'er the ocean to dear Tipperary,
Where all the young fellows are blithesome and merry,
While here I lament my sweet Peggy O'Rafferty.
How could I bear in my bosom to leave her,
In absence I think her more lovely than ever;
With thoughts of her beauty I 'm all in a fever,
Since others may woo my sweet Peggy O'Rafferty.
I 'd skip o'er the ocean to dear Tipperary,
Where all the young fellows are blithesome and merry,
While here I lament my sweet Peggy O'Rafferty.
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In absence I think her more lovely than ever;
With thoughts of her beauty I 'm all in a fever,
Since others may woo my sweet Peggy O'Rafferty.
Scotland, thy lasses are modest and bonny,
But here every Jenny has got her own Johnny,
And though I might call them my jewel and honey,
My heart is at home with sweet Peggy O'Rafferty.
Wistful I think on my dear native mountains,
Their green shady glens, and their crystalline fountains,
And ceaseless I heave the deep sigh of repentance,
That ever I left my sweet Peggy O'Rafferty.
But here every Jenny has got her own Johnny,
And though I might call them my jewel and honey,
My heart is at home with sweet Peggy O'Rafferty.
Wistful I think on my dear native mountains,
Their green shady glens, and their crystalline fountains,
And ceaseless I heave the deep sigh of repentance,
That ever I left my sweet Peggy O'Rafferty.
Fortune, 'twas thine all the light foolish notion
That led me to rove o'er the wild-rolling ocean;
But what now to me all my hopes of promotion,
Since I am so far from sweet Peggy O'Rafferty.
Grant me as many thirteens as will carry me
Down through the country, and over the ferry,
I 'll hie me straight home into dear Tipperary,
And never more leave my sweet Peggy O'Rafferty.
That led me to rove o'er the wild-rolling ocean;
But what now to me all my hopes of promotion,
Since I am so far from sweet Peggy O'Rafferty.
Grant me as many thirteens as will carry me
Down through the country, and over the ferry,
I 'll hie me straight home into dear Tipperary,
And never more leave my sweet Peggy O'Rafferty.
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