Dragoon and Peggy/The dragoon and Peggy

The DRAGOON and PEGGY.

THE first time that I did thee see,
it was in Aberdeen Peggy,
O meck and lovely was thy face,
⁠and douse grey was thy een Peggy;
With stockings green and coal black shoon,
⁠as you walk on the street Peggy;
And your behaviour day and night,
⁠does daily me invite Peggy.

I first did ask where you did dwell,
⁠and then I ask'd your name Peggy
And though the night were ne'er sae dark,
⁠I will go see you hame Peggy.
My father he's a laird, a laird,
⁠he is a laird of land Peggy,
And I myself a brisk dragoon,
⁠as in all our command Peggy.

My father he's a lord, a lord,
⁠he is a lord of state Peggy,
Your friends may not be discontent,
⁠though you walk with me late Peggy.
But when shall we two meet again?
⁠when now it's grown so late Peggy?
To morrow night at ten o'clock,
⁠I'll meet you at the gate Willy.

Although the night were ne'er so dark,
⁠and dinging on of rain Willy,
You need not fear you'll want a bed,
⁠you'll get a share of mine Willy.
With blankets bra' and sheets sae sma',
⁠I wat I'll mak it fine Willy;
And you shall get to your supper,
⁠a cup of claret wine Willy.

And I'll throw aff my gown of black,
⁠put on a gown of green Willy,
Then you and I will take a walk
⁠with the light of the moon Willy:
But if my mistress chance to see,
⁠right angry wad she be Willy,
That I would introduce myself
⁠into your company Willy.

For well she'll ken by your clothing,
⁠you are a stout dragoon Willy!
Then she'll be for to put me off,
⁠like any common lown Willy.
My sword and buckler I'll cast off,
⁠hangs low down by my thigh Peggy,
And when I come in suit to thee
⁠my clothing shall be blue Peggy.

There's one thing I do ask of thee,
⁠although it be through force Peggy;
There's one thing I do ask of thee,
⁠to see me to my horse Peggy.
O I will see you to your horse,
⁠but my heart will be sair Willy,
O I will see you to your horse,
⁠but ne'er will see you mair Willy.

For in the sky there I did spy,
⁠a comet that was fair Willy,
It appear'd so high into the sky,
⁠it light'ned a' the air Willy.
O clock-work is a curious work,
⁠diverting is the bell Willy.
I'm like a drop fall'n to the ground,
⁠but fine gold is yoursell Willy.

O will you go along with me,
⁠and be to me a wife Peggy?
I'll make a vow and keep it true;
⁠you'll live an easy life Peggy.
If I should go along with you
⁠and be to thee a wife Willy,
O all your friends wad me disdain,
⁠and that wad cause a strife Willy.

But if I were in Flanders fair
⁠beyond St. Andrew's sea Peggy,
I'd ever keep a single heart,
⁠and keep my love for thee Peggy.
I'll daily deck your yellow hair,
⁠with pomet and with oil Peggy,
You'll wear the ribbons red and white,
⁠when you go to Carlisle Peggy.

I'll buy to you a clock of blue,
⁠the best in a' the town Peggy,
With J. S. and O. S and July flow'rs,
⁠rich diamonds on your gown Peggy.
O Olify is a bonny place.
⁠and there is many a tree Peggy,
And there you'll have your jointure-house,
⁠and a' your land is free Peggy.

But a sight of you is more to me,
⁠than all the flow'rs in time Peggy;
Then all the flow'rs of Olify,
⁠when they are in their prime Peggy:
The Highland hills are very high,
⁠and O they're ill to climb Willy,
But I will go along with you,
⁠I canna stay behind Willy.

Let ne'er your conscience you beguile,
⁠or money you ensnare Willy,
But ever keep a single heart,
⁠for that's true love and rare Willy.
Now Willy he has married her
⁠and made her his own Peggy;
And they do live a happy life,
⁠and she's a gallant Lady.