| As when I come tae Glasgow toon;
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| The hillen trips were right before me,
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| And the bonniest lass that e’er I saw,
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| She lived in Glasgow, they called her Peggy
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| Their chief did meet her father soon,
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| And O! |
| but he was wondrous angry;
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| He said, Ye may tak my owsen and kye,
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| But ye maunna tak my bonnie Peggy.
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| 'O haud your tongue, ye gude auld man,
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| For I’ve got coos and ewes already;
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| I come na to see your owsen or kye,
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| But I will tae your bonny Peggy.
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| He set her on his jet-black horse,
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| And he himsel had a fine grey naigie,
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| And they are on mony miles to the north,
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| And nane wi them but the bonny Peggy.
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| I got now a thousand sheep,
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| A' grazin on yon hills sae bonny,
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| And ilka hundred a shepherd has,
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| Altho I be but a Hieland laddie.
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| Ox and sheep are bidden good enough
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| but corn stacks are mickel better
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| they will stand in the drift and the snow
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| when the sheep will di wi the wind and the weather.
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| Ah, but I got fifty acres of land,
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| It’s a' plowd and sawn already;
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| I am Lord Donald o the isles,
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| And why sud na Peggy be calld ma lady?
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| And seein' all yon castles and towers
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| The sun shines down sae bright an bonny
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| I am Lord Donald o the isles, |