482. Song—Pretty Peg my dearie
Read '482. Song—Pretty Peg my dearie' by 'Robert Burns' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
482. Song—Pretty Peg my dearie by Robert Burns
AS I gaed up by yon gate-end,
When day was waxin’ weary,
Wha did I meet come down the street,
But pretty Peg, my dearie!
Her air sae sweet, an’ shape complete,
Wi’ nae proportion wanting,
The Queen of Love did never move
Wi’ motion mair enchanting.
Wi’ linkèd hands we took the sands,
Adown yon winding river;
Oh, that sweet hour and shady bower,
Forget it shall I never!
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