ALLAN RAMSAY
My Peggy speaks sae sweetly,
To a' the lave I'm cauld,
But she gars a* my spirits glow
At wawking of the fauld.
My Peggy smiles sae kindly Whene'er I whisper love, That I look down on a' the town, That I look down upon a crown ; My Peggy smiles sae kindly,
It makes me blyth and bauld, And naething gi'es me sic delight As wawking of the fauld.
My Peggy sings sae saftly
When on my pipe I play, By a' the rest it is confest, By a' the rest, that she sings best; My Peggy sings sae saftly,
And in her sangs are tauld, With innocence the wale of sense, At wawking of the fauld.
WILLIAM OLDYS 449 On a Fly drinking out of his Cup
|USY, curious, thirsty fly!
Drink with me and drink as I: Freely welcome to my cup, Couldst thou sip and sip it up: Make the most of life you may, Life is short and wears away. 148 lave] rest. wale] choice, best.
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