And the bon[ey]est lass that ere I saw,
She lives in Glassgow, tha ca her Peggy.
2
‘I wad gie my boney black horse,
So wad I my good gray nagie,
If I were a hundred miles in the North,
And nan wee me but my boney Peggy.’
3
Up then spoke her father dear,
Dear vow! but he was wondrous sorey;