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PEGGY ORAFFERTY
Air—Paddy O'Rafferty.
O could I fly like the green-coated fairy,
I'd skip o'er the ocean to dear Tipperarjr,
Where all the young fellows are blythsome 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.
Scotland, thy lasses are modest and bonny,
But here ev'ry Jenny has got her own Johnny,
And tho' 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.

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