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78 GLASGOW PEGGY.
They rode on through moss and muir, And so did they owre mountains many,
Until 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, *5
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, so 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' plow'd and sawn already; I am Donald the Lord of Skye, m
And why sud na Peggy be call'd 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 call'd a lady ! »