As I gaedup byyon gate-end,
When day was waxin’ weary,
Whadid I meet come down the street,
Butpretty Peg, my dearie!
Her airsaesweet, an’shape complete,
Wi’ naeproportion wanting,
The Queen of Love did never move
Wi’ motion mairenchanting.
Wi’linked hands we took the sands,
Adown yonwinding river;
Oh, that sweet hour and shady bower,
Forget it shall I never!