1.
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?
2.
Her air so sweet, her shape complete,
Wi' nae proportion wanting -
The Queen of Love could never move
Wi' motion mair enchanting!
3.
With linked hands we took the sands
Down by yon winding river;
And O! that hour, and shady bow'r,
Can I forget it? Never!

As I went up by yonder road end,
When day was waxing weary,
Who did I meet come down the street
But pretty Peg, my dear?

Her air so sweet, her shape complete,
With no proportion wanting -
The Queen of Love could never move
With motion more enchanting!

With linked hands we took (went to) the sands
Down by yonder winding river;
And O! that hour, and shady bower,
Can I forget it? Never!