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Rh O! how Peggy charms me:

Every look still warms me;

Every thought alarms me;

Lest she lo'e nae me.

Peggy doth discover

Nought but charms all over:

Nature bids me love her;

That's a law to me.

Who would leave a lover,

To become a rover?

No, I'll ne'er give over,

Till I happy be.

For since love inspires me,

As her beauty fires me,

And her absence tires me,

Nought can please but she.

When I hope to gain her,

Fate seems to detain her;

Could I but obtain her,

Happy would I be!

I'll lie down before her,

Bless, sigh, and adore her,

With faint looks implore her,

Till she pity me.

[ by, late collector at the custom-house, Port-Glasgow.]

[ is an extension by of a Jacobite fragment beginning, "Here's a health to ane that's awa'." It was found among the poet's papers after his death, and first published in its complete form in the Scots Magazine for January, 1818.]