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 armsI'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 wi' Montgomerie's Peggy.·······