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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, / But I adore my Peggy's heart.
The lily's hue, the rose's dye, / The kindling lustre of an eye; / Who but owns their magic sway! / Who but knows they all decay!
The tender thrill, the pitying tear, / The generous purpose nobly dear, / The gentle look that rage disarms- / These are all Immortal charms.