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My Peggy's Face


My Peggy's face, my Peggy's form, The frost of hermit age might warm; My Peggy's worth, my Peggy's mind, Might charm the first of human kind. I love my Peggy's angel air, Her face so truly heav'nly fair, Her native grace so void of art, But I adore my Peggy's heart. The lily's hue, the rose's die, The kindling lustre of an eye; Who but owns their magic sway, Who but knows they all decay! The tender thrill, the pitying tear, The generous purpose nobly dear, The gentle look that Rage disarms, These are all Immortal charms.

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Gary Lewis

About this work

This is a song by Robert Burns. It was written in 1787 and is read here by Gary Lewis.

Themes for this song

beauty love life

Selected for 08 October

Today's offering is a sweet and delicate love song composed by Burns in October 1787. The 'Peggy' being praised was Margaret Chalmers. Some time after the event she confessed that the poet had proposed to her. Not only did she turn him down, she refused to let him publish the poem he had written in her honour. Consequently, despite Burns's pleading, 'My Peggy's Face', a truly fine lyric, only appeared in print seven years after its author's death.

Donny O'Rourke

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