. Wood's edition of the songs of Scotland : adapted to their appropriate melodies . , Nor niissd what dean or doctor wrote, that happend in my way. Philosophy I now esteemd the ornament of youth, And carefully, through many a page, I hunted after truth : A thousand various schemes I tried, and yet was pleased with none ; I threw them by, and tuned my pipe to John of Badenyon. * Johnson and Stenhouse give Badenyond; while others give Badenyon. The latter rhymes better with the final word of the seventhline of each stanza, unless the final d of Badenyond is silent. John op Badenyon. The words ar
. Wood's edition of the songs of Scotland : adapted to their appropriate melodies . , Nor niissd what dean or doctor wrote, that happend in my way. Philosophy I now esteemd the ornament of youth, And carefully, through many a page, I hunted after truth : A thousand various schemes I tried, and yet was pleased with none ; I threw them by, and tuned my pipe to John of Badenyon. * Johnson and Stenhouse give Badenyond; while others give Badenyon. The latter rhymes better with the final word of the seventhline of each stanza, unless the final d of Badenyond is silent. John op Badenyon. The words are by the Rev. John Skinner, the author of the song of Tullochgorum,already given in this work, p. 26. The tune is an old Highland strathspey. The fourth and sixth stanzas of the song have been omitted for want of space. THE SONGS OF SCOTLAND. 91 76 ANDANTE AMOROSO YOUNG PEGGY BLOOMS OUR BONNIEST LASS *7 -#- AIR, lEGGY, I MUST LOVE THEE. Young Peg - gy blooms our bon lass, w Her H5S fq=* li Ft W 3t=3ti ^ blush is like the moru - ing, The ro - sy dawn, the spring - ing grass, With. glit oer the crys - tal streams, And cheer each fresh - ning flow - er. Her lips, more than the cherries bright, A richer dye has graced them;They charm th admiring gazers sight, And sweetly tempt to taste them ;Her smile is, like the evening, mild. When featherd tribes are courting,And little lambkins wanton wild, In playful bands disporting. Were Fortune lovely Peggys foe,Such sweetness would relent her. As blooming spring unbends the browOf surly, savage Winter. Detractions eye no aim can gain,Her winning powers to lessen; And spiteful Envy grins in vain,The poisond tooth to fasten. Ye powers of Honour, Love, and Truth, From every ill defend her;Inspire the highly-favourd youth The destinies intend her;Still fan the sweet connubial flame, Responsive in each bosom ;And bless the dear parental name With many a filial blossom. i Pearly, in some oditions. Peogt, I must love thee. Part of Mr. Stenhouses
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