Saw ye nae my Peggy?

Saw ye nae my Peggy,

Coming o'er the lee?

Sure a finer creature

Ne'er was formed by nature,

So compleat each feature,

So divine is she.

O, how Peggy charms me;

Every look still warms me;

Every thought alarms me,

Lest she love nae me;

Peggy doth discover

Naught but charms all over;

Nature bids me love her,

That's a law to me.