Pretty Peg

Poems and Songs of Robert Burns 作者:Robert Burns

Pretty Peg

　　    pretty peg
    as i gaed up by yon gate-end,
    when day was waxin' weary,
    wha did i meet come down the street,
    but pretty peg, my dearie!
    her air sae sweet, an' shape complete,
    wi' nae proportion wanting,
    the queen of love did never move
    wi' motion mair enchanting.
    wi' linked hands we took the sands,
    adown yon winding river;
    oh, that sweet hour and shady bower,
    forget it shall i never!

Pretty Peg