Текст (слова) песни: Burns Robert - My Peggys Face
My Peggy`s Face (Robert Burns) 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 heavenly fair, Her native grace so void of art: But I adore my Peggy`s heart. The lily`s hue, the rose`s dye, 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. tune: My Peggy`s face (181) filename[ PEGYFACE play.exe PEGYFACE ARB ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===
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