THE CHARMS of MELODY, SONG 94

My Sandy is the sweetest swain, That ever pip'd on Tay, He tends his sheep on verdant plains. And chears me all the day: For oh! he is so blithe a lad, A blither canna be; Whene'er he's nigh, my heart is glad, For dearly he loves me.

As on a mossy bank we sat, Beneath a fragrant shade, The youth he charm'd me with his chat, And on his bagpipe play'd: For oh! he is, &c.

He calls me his dear life and care, And calls me his Peggy too; He vows by all that's good and fair, To me he will prove true. For oh! he is, &c.

So I will prize my lovely swain. And yield to be his wife; Then bid adieu to care and pain, And so be bless'd for life. For oh! he is, &c.