Skip to main content

‹‹‹ prev (45) Page 29Page 29Last time I cam' o'er the muir

(47) next ››› Page 31Page 31Yellow-hair'd laddie

(46) Page 30 - Peggie and Patie
30 SONGS OE THE AiTECTIONS.
Should I be call'd where cannons roar,
Where mortal steel may wound me,
Or cast upon some foreign shore,
Where dangers may surround me ;
Yet hopes again to see my love,
To feast on glowing kisses,
Shall make my cares at distance move.
In prospect of such blisses.
In all my soul there's not one place
To let a rival enter ;
Since she excels in ev'ry grace,
In her my love shall centre.
Sooner the seas shall cease to flow.
Their waves the Alps shall cover,
On Greenland ice shall roses grow.
Before I cease to love her.
The neist time I gang ower the muir,
She shall a lover find me ;
And that my faith is firm and pure,
Though I left her behind me ;
Then Hymen's sacred bonds shall chain
My heart to her fair bosom ;
There, while my being does remain,
My love more fresh shall blossom.
" The first lines of this song, and several others in it, are beautiful ; but in my
opinion — pardon me, revered shade of Eamsay ! — the song is unworthy of the divine
air." — BuKNS.
PEGGIE AND PATIE.
Allan Ramsay.
PEGGY.
When first my dear laddie gae'd to the green hill.
And I at ewe-milking first sey'd my young skill.
To bear the milk-bowie nae pain was to me,
When I at the bughting forgather'd with thee.

Images and transcriptions on this page, including medium image downloads, may be used under the Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International Licence unless otherwise stated. Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International Licence