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Five hundred marks I'll give her,
Besides a piece of land;
But scarcely had he spoke the word,
Till I thought on Peggy Bawn.
Your offer, Sir, is very good,
And I thank you too, said I;
But I cannot be your son-law,
And I'll tell you the reason why:
My business calleth me in haste,
I am the king's servant bound,
And I must gang awa this day,
Straight to Edinburgh town.
Oh Peggy Bawn, thou art my own,
Thy heart lies in my breast,
And tho’ we at a distance are,
Yet I love thee best.
Altho' we at a distance are,
And the seas between us roar,
Yet I’ll be constant, Peggy Bawn,
To thee for evermore.
Lucy of the Vale.
I’ve search’d each cottage far and near,
Thro' town and village been,
