CIX.
Reading edition
BONNIE PEG.
[A fourth verse makes the moon a witness to the endearments of these lovers; but that planet sees more indiscreet matters than it is right to describe.]
I.
As I came in by our gate end, As day was waxin’ weary, O wha came tripping down the street, But Bonnie Peg my dearie!
II.
Her air sae sweet, and shape complete, Wi’ nae proportion wanting; The Queen of Love did never move Wi’ motion mair enchanting.
III.
Wi’ linked hands, we took the sands A-down yon winding river; And, oh! that hour and broomy bower, Can I forget it ever?