1.
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.
2.
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.
3.
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.

Although my bed were in yonder moorland,
Among the heather, in my plaid,
Yet happy, happy would I be,
Had I my dear Montgomerie's Peggy.

When over the hill beat surly storms,
And winter nights were dark and rainy,
I would seek some dell, and in my arms
I would shelter dear Montgomerie's Peggy.

Were I a Baron proud and high,
And horse and servants waiting ready,
Then all it would give of joy to me -
The sharing it with Montgomerie's Peggy.