When Peggy and I were acquaint

When summer comes, the swains on Tweed

When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame
When Sappho struck the quivering wire
When the rough north forgets to howl

When trees did bad, and fields were green
When wild war's deadly blast was blawn
Where Thames, along the daisied meads
While fops in soft Italian verse
While with fond raptore and amaze
While with her white and nimble hands
Why hangs that cloud upon thy brow
Why weep ye by the tide, ladie

Will ye gae to the ewe-bughts, Marion
Will ye gang o'er the lea-rig

Willie was a wanton wag

Introd