I. As I Came In By Our Gate End, As Day Was Waxin' Weary, O Wha Came Tripping Down The Street, But Bonnie Peg My Dearie! Ii. Her Air Sae Sweet, And Shape Complete, Wi' Nae Proportion Wanting; The Queen Of Love Did Never Move Wi' Motion Mair Enchanting. Iii. Wi' Linked Hands, We Took The Sands A-Down Yon Winding River; And, Oh! That Hour And Broomy Bower, Can I Forget It Ever?