Peggy Bawn

Peggy Bawn - Peter Bellamy

As I wandered over Highland hills

To a farmer's house I came

The night being dark and something wet

I ventured in the same

Where I was kindly treated

And a pretty girl I spied

Who asked me if I had a wife

But marriage I denied

So I courted her all that long

Even till near the dawn next day

When frankly unto me she said

Along with you I'll go

For Ireland is a fine country

And you to the Scots are kin

Oh I will go along with you

My fortune to begin

And daybreak being nearly come

I into the house was taken

Where the good man kindly asked me

If I would wed his daughter Jane

One hundred pound I'll give to you

Likewise a piece of land

But scarcely had he said them words

When I thought of Peggy Bawn

Well your offer Sir it is very good

And I thank you too said I

But I cannot be your son-in-law

I'll tell you the reason why

My business calls me in haste

I am King's messenger bound

Oh I cannot be your son-in-law

Till I've seen the Irish ground

And Peggy Bawn she is my jewel

My heart lies in her breast

Although we at a distance are

Still I do love her the best

Although we at a distance are

And seas between us roar

Yet I'll be constant to Peggy Bawn

So adieu forever more