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WAV KING 0’ THE FAULD.
My Peggy is a young thing,
Juft enter’d in her teens ;
Fair as the day, and fweet as May,
Fair as the day, and always gay;
My Peggy is a young thing.
And I’m nae very auld.
Yet weel I like to meet her at
The wauking o’ the fauld.
My Peggy fpeaks fae fweetly,
Whene’er we meet alane,
I wifh nae mair to lay my care,
I wifh nae mair o’ a’ that’s rare.
My Peggy fpeaks fae fweetly,
To a’ the lave I’m cauld;
But fhe gars a’ my fpirits glow,
At wauking o’ the fauld.
My Peggy fmiles fae kindly,
Whene’er I whifper love;
That I look down on a’ the town,
That I look down upon a crown.
My Peggy fmiles fae kindly,
It makes me blyth and bauld;
And naething gi’es me he delight,
As wauking o’ the fauld.
My Peggy fings fae faftly,
When on my pipe I play;
By a’ the reft it is confeft.
By a’ the reft Ihe lings the beft.
My Peggy fings fae faftly.
And in her fangs are tauld.
With innocence, the wale of feiife,
At wauking o’ the fauld.

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