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 But, Peggy dear, the evening's clear,

Thick flies the skimming swallow;

The sky is blue, the fields in view

All fading green and yellow:

Come, let us stray our gladsome way,

And view the charms of nature,

The rustling corn, the bushy thorn,

And every happy creature.

We'll gently walk, and sweetly talk,

Till the silent moon shine clearly;

I'll grasp thy waist, and fondly press't,

Swear how I love thee dearly.

Not vernal show'rs to budding flow'rs,

Nor autumn to the farmer,

So dear can be as thou to me,

My fair, my lovely charmer.

was upon a Lammas night,

When corn-rigs were bonnie,

Beneath the moon’s unclouded light,

I hied awa to Annie;

The time flew by wi' tentless heed,

Till, 'tween the late and early

Wi' sma' persuasion she agreed

To see me through the barley.

The sky was blue, the wind was still,

The moon was shining clearly.

I set her down, wi' right good-will,