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Glasgow Peggy (Queen Amang the Heather)
Traditional Scottish. Recorded by Darby O'Gill on "Waitin' for a Ride",
1996, et al.
notes: An old song of seduction, told from the Highland perspective.
This version is adapted by W.S. Messer.
Glasgow Peggy (Queen Amang the Heather)

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First when I came to Glasgow town - The highland hills were all behind me
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And the bonniest lass that ever I spied
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She lived in Glasgow, they called her Peggy

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Oh highland lads are brisk young lads - Highland lads are young and bonnie
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And I’m away to Glasgow town - To steal away the Bonnie Peggy

Her father he’s got word of this - And oh but he was wondrous angry
You can take my oxen and all of my cows - But Ye’ cannot take my Bonnie Peggy

Ah, hold yer tongue, ye silly old man - For I’ve got cows and yowes a-plenty
I’ll no’ steal yer oxen or your cows
But I will take your Bonnie Peggy

I said, braw lass, why roam ye there - Why roam ye ‘lone among the heather
She said: My father’s away from home
And I’m herdin’ all his cows together

So I said braw lass if ye’ll be mine - And ye care to lie in a bed of feathers
In silks and satins you shall lie
Ye’ll be my queen among the heather

She’s mounted on his milk white steed - And he himself on his wee grey naggie
They rode away at the break of the day
He’s run away with his Bonnie Peggy

Well they rode o’er hills and they rode o’er dales
And they rode through the moors and the mosses many
Until they came to a little glen - He’s lighted down with his Bonnie Peggy

Their bed was of the gay green grass - Their blankets of the bracken bonnie
His laid his plaid beneath her head
And she’s lien down with her highland laddie

He’s taken her up yon high, high hill - When that the sun was shinin’ clearly
Says all that ye see belongs to thee
For lien down with a highland laddie

For all that ye have left behind - Is a wee cot house and a wee kale yardie
Now you’re the lady of the Isle of Skye
For lien down with a highland laddie

When first I came to Glasgow town - The highland hills were all behind me
And the bonniest lass that ever I spied
She lives in Skye now we called her Peggy
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