(Robert Burns) My Peggy's face, my Peggy's form The frost of hermit age might warm. My Peggy's worth, my Peggy's mind Might charm the first of human kind. I love my Peggy's angel air, Her face so truly heavenly fair, Her native grace so void of art: But I adore my Peggy's heart. The lily's hue, the rose's dye, The kindling lustre of an eye- Who but owns their magic sway ? Who but knows they all decay ? The tender thrill, the pitying tear, The generous purpose, nobly dear, The gentle look that rage disarms- These are all immortal charms. @Scots @love Tune: My Peggy's face (181) Filename[ PEGYFACE Play.exe PEGYFACE ARB
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