song—my peggy's charms
tuha 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 tehrill, the pitying tear,
the generous purpose
Song—My Peggys Charms(1/2)