from the Merry Muses of Caledonia, 1800
Amang oor young lassies there's Muirland Meg,|
She'll beg or she work, and she'll play or she beg,
At threteen her maidenheid flew to the gate,
And the door o' her cage stands open yet.
|: And for a sheep-cloot she'll do't, :|
And for a toop-horn she'll do't tae the morn,
And merrily turn and do't, and do't.
2. Her kittle black een they wad thirl ye through,
3. An armfu' o' love is her bosom sae plump,|
A span o' delight is her middle sae jimp;
A taper, white leg, and a thumpin' thie,
And a fiddle near by, an' ye play a wee!
4. Love's her delight, and kissin's her treasure;
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