If ye gae up to yon hill-tap, br Ye'll there see bonie Peggy; br She kens her father is a laird, br And she forsooth's a leddy. br br There Sophy tight, a lassie bright, br Besides a handsome fortune: br Wha canna win her in a night, br Has little art in courtin'. br br Gae down by Faile, and taste the ale, br And tak a look o' Mysie; br She's dour and din, a deil within, br But aiblins she may please ye. br br If she be shy, her sister try, br Ye'll maybe fancy Jenny; br If ye'll dispense wi' want o' sense- br She kens hersel she's bonie. br br As ye gae up by yon hillside, br Speir in for bonie Bessy; br She'll gie ye a beck, and bid ye light, br And handsomely address ye.