Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс)

Montgomerie’s Peggy

ALTHO’ my bed were in yon muir,
  Amang the heather, in my plaidie,
Yet happy, happy would I be,
  Had I my dear Montgomerie’s Peggy.

When o’er the hill beat surly storm;
  And winter nights were dark and rainy,
I’d seek some dell, and in my arms
  I’d shelter dear Montgomerie’s Peggy.

Were I a Baron proud and high,
  And horse and servants waiting ready,
Then a’ ‘twad gie o’ joy to me,
  The sharin’t wi’ Montgomerie’s Peggy.

1. Theniel Menzies’ Bonnie Mary
2. The Flowery Banks of Cree
3. Epistle to John Lapraix, An Old Scottish Bard
4. Eppie M’Nab
5. It Is Na, Jean, Thy Bonnie Face

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