Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 199. Song—My Peggy’s Charms |
| | | | | Tune—“Tha a’ chailleach ir mo dheigh.” |
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| 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. | |
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| I love my Peggy’s angel air, | 5 |
| Her face so truly heavenly fair, | |
| Her native grace, so void of art, | |
| But I adore my Peggy’s heart. | |
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| The lily’s hue, the rose’s dye, | |
| The kindling lustre of an eye; | 10 |
| Who but owns their magic sway! | |
| Who but knows they all decay! | |
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| The tender thrill, the pitying tear, | |
| The generous purpose nobly dear, | |
| The gentle look that rage disarms— | 15 |
| These are all Immortal charms. | |
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