Altho’ my bed were in yon muir,
Amang the heather, in my plaidie,
Yet happy, happy would I be,
Had I my dear Montgomery’s Peggy.
II.
When o’er the hill beat surly storms,
And winter nights were dark and rainy;
I’d seek some dell, and in my arms
I’d shelter dear Montgomery’s Peggy.
III.
Were I a baron proud and high,
And horse and servants waiting ready,
Then a’ ’twad gie o’ joy to me,
The sharin’t with Montgomery’s Peggy.
IX.
THE MAUCHLINE LADY.
Tune—“I had a horse, I had nae mair.”
[The Mauchline lady who won the poet’s heart was Jean Armour: she loved to relate how the bard made her acquaintance: his dog run across some linen webs which she was bleaching among Mauchline gowans, and he apologized so handsomely that she took another look at him. To this interview the world owes some of our most impassioned strains.]