Whistle O'er the Lave O't

Robert Burns, 1789

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! 2. 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!

3. 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! 4. Wha I wish were maggot's meat, Dish'd up in her winding-sheet, I could write - but Meg may see't Whistle o'er the lave o't!

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