298a.1 O Whare hae ye been, Peggy? O whare hae ye been? I the garden amang the gilly-flowrs, Atween twal hours and een. 298A.2 Yeve na been there your leen, Peggy, Yeve na been there your leen; Your father saw you in Jamies arms, Atween twal hours and een. 298A.3 Tho my father saw me in Jamies arms, Hell see me there again; For I will sleep in Jamies arms When his graves growin green. 298A.4 Your Jamie is a rogue, Peggy, Your Jamie is a loun, For trysting out our ae dochter, And her sae very young. 298A.5 Lay no the wyte on Jamie, mither, The blame a lies on me; For I will sleep in Jamies arms When your een winna see. 298A.6 Now she has to her ain bouer gane; He was waiting there him leen: Im blythe to see ye, Jamie, here, For we maunna meet again. 298A.7 Shes tane the wine-glass in her hand, Pourd out the wine sae clear; Says, Heres your health and mine, Jamie, And we maun meet na mair. 298A.8 She has tane him in her arms twa, And gien him kisses five; Says, Heres your health and mine, Jamie, I wish weel mote ye thrive. 298A.9 Your father has a bonnie cock, Divides the nicht and day, And at the middle watch o the nicht In greenwud yell meet me. 298a.10 Whan bells war rung, and mass was sung, And a men boun for bed, Shes kilted up her green claithing, And met Jamie in the wud. 298a.11 Whan bells war rung, and mass was sung, About the hour o twa, Its up bespak her auld father, Says, Peggy is awa! 298a.12 Ga saddle to me the black, the black, Ga saddle to me the grey; But ere they wan to the tap o the hill The wedding was a bye.