The Book of Scottish Song/Peggie 2

Peggie.

[William Nicholson.]

Whan first I forgather'd wi' Peggie,
My Peggie an' I were young:
Sae blithe at the bught i' the gloamin'
My Peggie an' I ha'e sung,
My Peggie and I ha'e sung,
Till the stars did blink sae hie;
Come weel or come wae to the biggin',
My Peggie was dear to me.

The stately aik stood on the mountain.
And tower'd o'er the green birken shaw;
Ilk glentin' wee flow'r on the meadow
Seem'd proud o' bein' buskit sae braw,
Seem'd proud o' bein' buskit sae braw,
When they saw their ain shape i' the Dee;
'Twas there that I courted my Peggie,
Till the kirk it fell foul o' me.

Though love it has little to look for
Frae the heart that's wedded to gear,
A wife without house or a haudin'
Gars ane look right blate like an' queer;
Gars ane baith look blate like an' queer;
But queerer when twa turns to three;
Our frien's they ha'e foughten an' flyten,
But Peggie's aye dear to me.

It vex'd me her sighin' and sabbin',
Now nought short o' marriage wou'd do;
An' though that our prospects were dreary,
What could I but e'en buckle to?
What could I but e'en buckle to,
And dight the sa't tear frae her e'e?
The warl's a wearifu' wister;
But Peggie's aye dear to me.

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