Whistle O'er The Lave O't
First when Maggie was my care, Heav'n, I thought, was in her air, Now we're married-speir nae mair, But whistle o'er the lave o't! Meg was meek, and Meg was mild, Sweet and harmless as a child- Wiser men than me's beguil'd; Whistle o'er the lave o't! How we live, my Meg and me, How we love, and how we gree, I care na by how few may see- Whistle o'er the lave o't! Wha I wish were maggot's meat, Dish'd up in her winding-sheet, I could write-but Meg maun see't- Whistle o'er the lave o't!