 | John Buchan - 1924 - 590 стор.
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 | David Nichol Smith - 1926 - 744 стор.
...Poems, M1 120 Sang FY Peggy is a young thing, Just enter'd in her teens, Fair as the day, and sweet as May, Fair as the day, and always gay. My Peggy is a young thing, And I'm not very auld, Yet well I like to meet her at The wawking of the fauld. My Peggy speaks sae sweetly, When'er we meet alane,... | |
 | Sir John Collings Squire - 1927 - 496 стор.
...friendly Death? Peggy MY Peggy is a young thing, Just enter'd in her teens, Fair as the day, and sweet as May, Fair as the day, and always gay; My Peggy is a young thing, And I'm not very auld, Yet well I like to meet her at The wauking o' the fauld. My Peggy speaks sae sweetly Whene'er we meet alane,... | |
 | James Wilson - 1927 - 472 стор.
...wawking of the fauld. My Peggy is a young thing Just entered in her teens, Fair as the day, and sweet as May, Fair as the day, and always gay. My Peggy is a young thing And I'm not very old ; Yet well do I like to meet her At the watching of the fold. My Peggy speaks so sweetly, Whenever... | |
 | James Wilson - 1927 - 480 стор.
...wawking of the fauld. MY Peggy is a young thing Just entered in her teens, Fair as the day, and sweet as May, Fair as the day, and always gay. My Peggy is a young thing And I'm not very old ; Yet well do I like to meet her At the watching of the fold. My Peggy speaks so sweetly, 109 THE... | |
 | Tom Peete Cross, Clement Tyson Goode - 1927 - 1432 стор.
...PEGGY IS A YOUNG THING MY Peggy is a young thing, Just entered in her teens, Fair as the day, and sweet rce her in sad rhymes to creep: She oft hath drunk my tears, now ho 5 And I 'm not very auld, Yet well I like to meet her at The wauking of the fauld. My Peggy speaks... | |
 | 1937 - 2018 стор.
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Just entered in her teens, Fair as the day, and sweet as May, Fair as the day, and always gay. My Peggy is a young thing, And I'm not very auld, Yet well I like to meet her at The wauking of the fauld. My Peggy speaks sae sweetly, Whene'er we meet alane,... 
