Meg O' The Mill

      O ken ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten,      An' ken ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten?      She gotten a coof wi' a claut o' siller,      And broken the heart o' the barley Miller.       The Miller was strappin, the Miller was ruddy;      A heart like a lord, and a hue like a lady;      The laird was a widdifu', bleerit knurl;      She's left the gude fellow, and taen the churl.       The Miller he hecht her a heart leal and loving,      The lair did address her wi' matter mair moving,      A fine pacing-horse wi' a clear chained bridle,      A whip by her side, and a bonie side-saddle.       O wae on the siller, it is sae prevailin',      And wae on the love that is fixed on a mailen!      A tocher's nae word in a true lover's parle,      But gie me my love, and a fig for the warl'!