Duncan Davison

      There was a lass, they ca'd her Meg,      And she held o'er the moors to spin;      There was a lad that follow'd her,      They ca'd him Duncan Davison.      The moor was dreigh, and Meg was skeigh,      Her favour Duncan could na win;      For wi' the rock she wad him knock,      And aye she shook the temper-pin.       As o'er the moor they lightly foor,      A burn was clear, a glen was green,      Upon the banks they eas'd their shanks,      And aye she set the wheel between:      But Duncan swoor a haly aith,      That Meg should be a bride the morn;      Then Meg took up her spinning-graith,      And flang them a' out o'er the burn.       We will big a wee, wee house,      And we will live like king and queen;      Sae blythe and merry's we will be,      When ye set by the wheel at e'en.      A man may drink, and no be drunk;      A man may fight, and no be slain;      A man may kiss a bonie lass,      And aye be welcome back again!