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' 't wad gie o' joy to me, it would give
The sharin't wi' Montgomerie's Peggy.
THE LEA-RIG
When o'er the hill the eastern star
Tells bughtin-time is near, my jo; folding-
And owsen frae the furrow'd field oxen