song—my peggy's charms
tune—“tha a' chailleach ir mo dheigh.”
my peggy's face, my peggy's form,
the frost of hermit age might warm;
my peggy's worth, my peggy's mind,
might charm the first of human kind.
i love my peggy's angel air,
her face so truly heavenly fair,
her native grace, so void of art,