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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. | ||||||||||||||
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| Go to "Waitin' for a Ride" | ||||||||||||||
| Listen to this song. | ||||||||||||||
| Glasgow Peggy (Queen Amang the Heather)
D C D C First when I came to Glasgow town - The highland hills were all behind me D C – Em – C – Em – C – Em And the bonniest lass that ever I spied D C D She lived in Glasgow, they called her Peggy D C D C Oh highland lads are brisk young lads - Highland lads are young and bonnie D C D C D 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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