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' I cam in by Glasgow town, The Highland troops were a' before me, And the bonniest lass that eer I saw, She lives in Glasgow, they ca her Peggie. 'I wad gie my bonnie black horse, So wad I my gude grey naigie, If I were twa hundred miles in the north, And nane wi me but my bonnie Peggie.' Up then spak her father dear, Dear wow! but he was wondrous sorrie; 'Weel may ye steal a cow or a yowe, But ye dare nae steal my bonnie Peggie.' Up then spak her mother dear, Dear wow! but she spak wondrous sorrie; Now since I have brought ye up this length, Wad ye gang awa wi a Highland fellow?' He set her on his bonnie black horse, He set himsel on his gude grey naigie, And they have ridden oer hills and dales, And he's awa wi his bonnie Peggie. They have ridden oer hills and dales, They have ridden oer mountains many, Until they cam to a low, low glen, And there he's lain down wi his bonnie Peggie. Up then spak the Earl of Argyle, Dear wow! but he spak wondrous sorrie; 'The bonniest lass in a' Scotland Is off and awa wi a Highland fellow!' Their bed was of the bonnie green grass, Their blankets war o the hay sae bonnie; He folded his philabeg below her head, And he's lain down wi his bonnie Peggie. Up then spak the bonny Lowland lass, And wow! but she spak wondrous sorrie; 'I'se warrant my mither wad hae a gay sair heart To see me lien here wi you, my Willie.' 'In my father's house there's feather-beds, Feather-beds, and blankets mony; They're a' mine, and they'll sune be thine, And what needs your mither be sae sorrie, Peggie? 'Dinna you see yon nine score o kye, Feeding on yon hill sae bonnie? They're a' mine, and they'll sune be thine, And what needs your mither be sorrie, Peggie? 'Dinna you see yon nine score o sheep, Feeding on yon brae sae bonnie? They're a' mine, and they'll sune be thine, And what needs your mither be sorrie for ye? 'Dinna ye see yon bonnie white house, Shining on yon brae sae bonnie? And I am the Earl of the Isle of Skye, And surely my Peggie will be ca'd a lady.' = = Lawland lads think they are fine, But the Hieland lads are brisk and gaucy, And they are awa, near Glasgow toun, To steal awa a bonnie lassie. 'I wad gie my gude brown steed, And sae wad I my gude grey naigie, That I war fifty miles frae the toun, And nane wi me but my bonnie Peggy.' But up then spak the auld gudman, And vow! but he spak wondrous saucie; 'Ye may steal awa our cows and ewes, But ye sanna get our bonnie lassie.' 'I have got cows and ewes anew, I've got gowd and gear already; Sae I dinna want your cows nor ewes, But I will hae your bonnie Peggy.' 'I'll follow you oure moss and muir, I'll follow you oure mountains many, I'll follow you through frost and snaw, I'll stay na langer wi my daddie.' He set her on a gude brown steed, Himself upon a gude grey naigie; They're oure hills, and oure dales, And he's awa wi his bonnie Peggy. As they rade out by Glasgow toun, And doun by the hills o Achildounie, There they met the Earl of Hume, And his auld son, riding bonnie. Out bespak the Earl of Hume, And O! but he spak wondrous sorry; 'The bonniest lass about a' Glasgow toun This day is awa wi a Hieland laddie!' As they rade bye auld Drymen toun, The lasses leuch and lookit saucy, That the bonniest lass they ever saw Sud be riding awa wi a Hieland laddie. They rode on through moss and muir, And so did they owre mountains many, Until that they cam to yonder glen, And she's lain doun wi her Hieland laddie. Gude green hay was Peggy's bed, And brakens war her blankets bonnie, Wi his tartan plaid aneath her head; And she's lain doun wi her Hieland laddie. 'There's beds and bowsters in my father's house, There's sheets and blankets, and a' thing ready, And wadna they be angry wi me, To see me lie sae wi a Hieland laddie!' 'Tho there's beds and beddin in your father's house, Sheets and blankets, and a' made ready, Yet why sud they be angry wi thee, Though I be but a Hieland laddie? 'It's I hae fifty acres of land, It's a' plowd and sawn already; I am Donald, the Lord of Skye, And why sud na Peggy be calld a lady? 'I hae fifty gude milk kye, A' tied to the staws already; I am Donald, the Lord of Skye, And why sud na Peggy be calld a lady? 'See ye no a' yon castles and towrs? The sun sheens owre them a sae bonnie; I am Donald, the Lord of Skye, I think I'll mak ye as blythe as onie.' A' that Peggy left behind Was a cot-house and a wee kail-yardie; Now I think she is better by far Than tho she had got a Lawland lairdie. = = C.* * * * ' set her on his bonnie black horse, He set himsel on his gude grey naigie; He has ridden over hills, he has ridden over dales, And he's quite awa wi my bonny Peggy.