YOUNG Peggy blooms our boniest lass,
Her blush is like the morning,
The rosy dawn, the springing grass,
With early gems adorning.
Her eyes outshine the radiant beams
That gild the passing shower,
And glitter oer the crystal streams,
And cheer each freshning flower.
Her lips, more than the cherries bright,
A richer dye has graced them;
They charm th admiring gazers sight,
And sweetly tempt to taste them;
Her smile is as the evening mild,
When featherd pairs are courting,
And little lambkins wanton wild,
In playful bands disporting.
Were Fortune lovely Peggys foe,
Such sweetness would relent her;
As blooming spring unbends the brow
Of surly, savage Winter.
Detractions eye no aim can gain,
Her winning powrs to lessen;
And fretful Envy grins in vain
The poisond tooth to fasten.
Ye Powrs of Honour, Love, and Truth,
From evry ill defend her!
Inspire the highly-favourd youth
The destinies intend her:
Still fan the sweet connubial flame
Responsive in each bosom;
And bless the dear parental name
With many a filial blossom.
