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8. Song—Montgomerie's Peggy

 ALTHO’ my bed were in yon muir,
 Amang the heather, in my plaidie;
Yet happy, happy would I be,
 Had I my dear Montgomerie’s Peggy.
When o’er the hill beat surly storms, And winter nights were dark and rainy; I’d seek some dell, and in my arms I’d shelter dear Montgomerie’s Peggy.
Were I a baron proud and high, And horse and servants waiting ready; Then a’ ’twad gie o’ joy to me,— The sharin’t with Montgomerie’s Peggy.

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