song—my peggy's charms

tune—“tha a' chailleach ir mo dheigh.”

my peggy's face, my peggy's form,

the frost of hermit age might warm;

my peggy's worth, my peggy's mind,

might charm the first of human kind.

i love my peggy's angel air,

her face so truly heavenly fair,

her native grace, so void of art,