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 While the bride-maids fair do gravely prepare,
 * For throwing of the stocking O.

Dacadens we'll have says father Danes
 * And the bride was kissed genteelly O.

While, to wish them fun, the merry pipes,
 * Struck up a lilt so gaily O.

Teddery, teddery &c.

My Peggy is a young thing,
 * Just entered in her teens,

Fair at the day, and sweet as May, Fair as the day, and always gay. My Peggy is a young thing,
 * And I'm not very auld,

Yet weel I like to meet her at The wauking o' the fauld.

My Peggy speaks sae sweetly,
 * Whene'er we meet alane,

I wish nae mair to lay my care, I wish nae mair of a' that's rare. My Peggy speaks sae sweetly,
 * To a' the lave I'm cauld,

But she gars a' my spirits glow,
 * At wauking o' the fauld.