PEGGY'S LEG.

O tak't not amiss while I sing, my Peggy, O tak't not amiss while I sing, How rude the wind blew, and expos'd thy neat leggy, Thy knee and red garten string, my Peggy, Thy knee and red garten string. Nor take it amiss while I tell thee, Peggy, Nor take it amiss while I tell, How a' my heart felt upon seeing thy leggy;— I've never sinsyne been mysel', my Peggy, I've never sinsyne been mysel'. I think the brisk gale acted right, my Peggy, I think the brisk gale acted right, In shewing me, O lovely dear! thy smart leggy— It was sic a glorious sight, my Peggy, It was sic a glorious sight. In troth I'd gan monie a mile, my Peggy, In troth I'd gan monie a mile, Again, my dear Charmer, to view thy neat leggy, And see on thy face a sweet smile, my Peggy, And see on thy face a sweet smile. I'm deeply in love wi' thee a', my Peggy, I'm deeply in love wi' thee a'— And I'll think on thy face and thy smart buskit leggy, As lang as I've breath for to draw, my Peggy, As lang as I've breath for to draw.