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The Song Book |
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CXXVII
SAW YE NAE MY PEGGY |
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O how Peggy charms me ; Every look still warms me, Every thought alarms me,
Lest she love not 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 should I be ! I'll lie down before her, Bless, sigh, and adore her, With faint looks implore her,
'Till she pity me. |
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