Poems & songs . e sweetest hours that eer I spend Are spent amang the lasses, O. SONGS BY AO BERT BURNS. MY PEGGYS FACE. Tune—My Peggys Face. My Peggys face, my Peggys form,The frost of hermit age might warm ;My Peggys worth, my Peggys mind,Might charm the first of human love my Peggys angel air, mHer face so truly, heavnly fair,Her native grace so void of art,But I adore my Peggys heart. The lilys hue, the roses dye,The kindling lustre of an eye;Who but owns their magic sway!Who but knows they all decay!The tender thrill, the pitying tear,The genrous purpose, nobly dear,The gentle look
Poems & songs . e sweetest hours that eer I spend Are spent amang the lasses, O. SONGS BY AO BERT BURNS. MY PEGGYS FACE. Tune—My Peggys Face. My Peggys face, my Peggys form,The frost of hermit age might warm ;My Peggys worth, my Peggys mind,Might charm the first of human love my Peggys angel air, mHer face so truly, heavnly fair,Her native grace so void of art,But I adore my Peggys heart. The lilys hue, the roses dye,The kindling lustre of an eye;Who but owns their magic sway!Who but knows they all decay!The tender thrill, the pitying tear,The genrous purpose, nobly dear,The gentle look, that rage disarms—These are all immortal charms. STAY, MY CHARMER. Tune—Ait Gille dubh ciar dhubh. Stay, my charmer, can you leave me 1 Cruel, cruel to deceive me! Well you know how much you grieveCruel charmer, can you go 1Cruel charmer, can you go 1 I5y my love so ill requited ; By the faith you fondly plighted ; By the pangs of lovers slighted; Do not, do not leave me so ! Do not, do not leave me so !. THE RIGS O BARLEY. Tune—Corn Rigs are Bonnie. It was upon a Lammas night, When corn rigs are bonnie,Beneath the moons unclouded light, I held awa to Annie :The time flew by, wi tentless heed, Till tween the late and early,Wi sma persuasion she agreed To see me thro the barley. The sky was blue, the wind was still,The moon was shining clearly; I set her down, wi right good will,Amang the rigs o barley : 166 SONGS BY ROBERT BURNS. I kent her heart was a my ain; I lovd her most sincerely :I kissd her owre and owre again, Amang the rigs o barley. I lockd her in my fond embrace ! Her heart was beating rarely :My blessings on that happy place, Amang the rigs o barley !But by the moon and stars so bright, That shone that hour so clearly !She aye shall bliss that happy night, Amang the rigs o barley. I hae been blithe wi comrades dear; I hae been merry drinkin!I hae been joyfu gathrin gear; I hae been happy thinkin :But a the pleasures eer I saw, Tho three times doubld fairl
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