Altho' my bed were in yon muir, Amang the heather, in my plaidie; Yet happy, happy would I be, Had I my dear Montgomerie's Peggy. When o'er the hill beat surly storms, And winter nights were dark and rainy; I'd seek some dell, and in my arms I'd shelter dear Montgomerie's Peggy. Were I a baron proud and high, And horse and servants waiting ready; Then a' 'twad gie o' joy to me, - The sharin't with Montgomerie's Peggy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE ROCK THAT WILL BE A CORNERSTONE OF THE HOUSE by ROBINSON JEFFERS DESPAIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BATTLE AUTUMN OF 1862 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ON A CHILD SLEEPING IN CYNTHIA'S LAP by PHILIP AYRES THE ORIGIN OF SONG-WRITING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD GREEN AISLES by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |