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Pretty Peg

     As I gaed up by yon gate-end,
     When day was waxin' weary,
     Wha did I meet come down the street,
     But pretty Peg, my dearie!

     Her air sae sweet, an' shape complete,
     Wi' nae proportion wanting,
     The Queen of Love did never move
     Wi' motion mair enchanting.

     Wi' linked hands we took the sands,
     Adown yon winding river;
     Oh, that sweet hour and shady bower,
     Forget it shall I never!

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