Whistle O'er the Lave O't

Melody -

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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