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!