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298A: Young Peggy

298A.1	 ‘O WHARE hae ye been, Peggy?
	 O whare hae ye been?’
	 ‘I the garden amang the gilly-flowrs,
	 Atween twal hours and een.’
298A.2	 ‘Ye’ve na been there your leen, Peggy,
	 Ye’ve na been there your leen;
	 Your father saw you in Jamie’s arms,
	 Atween twal hours and een.’
298A.3	 ‘Tho my father saw me in Jamie’s arms,
	 He’ll see me there again;
	 For I will sleep in Jamie’s arms
	 When his grave’s growin green.’
298A.4	 ‘Your Jamie is a rogue, Peggy,
	 Your Jamie is a loun,
	 For trysting out our ae dochter,
	 And her sae very young.’
298A.5	 ‘Lay no the wyte on Jamie, mither,
	 The blame a’ lies on me;
	 For I will sleep in Jamie’s arms
	 When your een winna see.’
298A.6	 Now she has to her ain bouer gane;
	 He was waiting there him leen:
	 ‘I’m blythe to see ye, Jamie, here,
	 For we maunna meet again.’
298A.7	 She’s tane the wine-glass in her hand,
	 Pourd out the wine sae clear;
	 Says, Here’s your health and mine, Jamie,
	 And we maun meet na mair.
298A.8	 She has tane him in her arms twa,
	 And gien him kisses five;
	 Says, Here’s your health and mine, Jamie,
	 I wish weel mote ye thrive.
298A.9	 ‘Your father has a bonnie cock,
	 Divides the nicht and day,
	 And at the middle watch o the nicht
	 In greenwud ye’ll meet me.’
298A.10	 Whan bells war rung, and mass was sung,
	 And a’ men boun for bed,
	 She’s kilted up her green claithing,
	 And met Jamie in the wud.
298A.11	 Whan bells war rung, and mass was sung,
	 About the hour o twa,
	 It’s up bespak her auld father,
	 Says, Peggy is awa!
298A.12	 ‘Ga saddle to me the black, the black,
	 Ga saddle to me the grey;’
	 But ere they wan to the tap o the hill
	 The wedding was a’ bye.