with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns

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composed his beautiful song of that name in the
Gentle Shepherd. It begins,
O will ye speak at our town.
As ye come frae the fauld, &c.
/ regret that, as in many of our old songs, the
delicacy of this old fragment is not equal to its zvit
and humor.
THE WAUKING OF THE FAULDS.
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 auld.
Yet well I like to meet her at •
The wauking of the fauld.
My Peggy speaks sae sweetly,
Whene'er we meet alane,
I wish nae mair to lay my care,
I wish nae mair of a' that's rare,
My Peggy speaks sae sweetly,
To a' the lave I'm cauld
But she gars a' my spirits glow,
At wauking of the fauld.