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O we aft hae met at e’en, bonny Peggy, 0,
Where the waters smoothly rin,
Far aneath the roaring lin,
When the lately crimson west, bonny Peggy, 0, In her darker robe was drest, bonny Peggy, 0,
And a sky of azure blue,
Deck'd with stars of golden hue,
When the sound of Aute or horn, bonny Peggy, 0, On the gale of evening borne, bonny Peggy, 0,
We have heard in echoes die,
While the wave that rippl'd by,
Then how happy would we rove, bonny Peggy, 0,
To my beating heart I press’d,
Yet hadst thou been true to me, bonny Peggy, 0,
Then with bosom, O how light,
Had I hail'd the coming night,
HERE'S TO THY HEALTH, MY BONNIE LASS.
Here's to thy health, my bonnie lass,
Gude night and joy be wi' thee;
To tell thee that I lo'e thee.
But I can live without thee ;
How lang ye look about ye.
Thou’rt aye sae free informing,
Thou hast nae mind to marry,
Nae time hae I to tarry.
Frae wedlock to delay thee,
But fortune may betray thee.
I kend they scorn my low estate,
But that does never grieve me;
Sma’ siller will relieve me,
I'll count my health my greatest wealth,
Sae lang as I'll enjoy it ;
As lang's I get employment.
But far aff fowls hae feathers fair,
And aye until ye try them;
My dear, I'll come and see thee,
Nae travel makes him weary.
I'VE NO SHEEP ON THE MOUNTAINS.
I've no sheep on the mountains, nor boat on the lake,
Softly tapping, at eve, to her window I came,
Rich Owen will tell you, with eyes full of scorn,
The farmer rides proudly to market and fair, .
For blythe as the urchin at holiday play,