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 arms
  I’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 with Montgomerie’s Peggy.

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Poet: Robert Burns
Poem: 8. 8. Song—Montgomerie’s Peggy
Volume: Poems and Songs. The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Year: Published/Written in 1779
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