tarboltohe
if ye gae up to yon hill-tap,
ye'll there see bonie peggy;
she kens her father is a ird,
and she forsooth's a leddy.
there sophy tight, a ssie bright,
besides a handsome fortune:
wha a win her in a night,
has little art in courtin'.
gae down by faile, and taste the ale,
and tak a look o' mysie;
she's dour and din, a deil within,
but aiblins she may please ye.
if she be shy, her sister try,
ye'll maybe fancy jenny;
if ye'll dispense wi' want o' sense—
she kens hersel she's bonie.
Tarbolton Lasses, The(1/3)