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 ALLAN RAMSAY

My Peggy speaks sae sweetly,

To a' the lave I'm cauld,

But she gars a* my spirits glow

At wawking of the fauld.

My Peggy smiles sae kindly Whene'er I whisper love, That I look down on a' the town, That I look down upon a crown ; My Peggy smiles sae kindly,

It makes me blyth and bauld, And naething gi'es me sic delight As wawking of the fauld.

My Peggy sings sae saftly

When on my pipe I play, By a' the rest it is confest, By a' the rest, that she sings best; My Peggy sings sae saftly,

And in her sangs are tauld, With innocence the wale of sense, At wawking of the fauld.

WILLIAM OLDYS 449 On a Fly drinking out of his Cup


 * USY, curious, thirsty fly!

Drink with me and drink as I: Freely welcome to my cup, Couldst thou sip and sip it up: Make the most of life you may, Life is short and wears away. 148 lave] rest. wale] choice, best.

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