Whistle o’er the lave o’t——

FIRST when Maggy was my care,
Heaven, I thought, was in her air;
Now we 're married----spier nae mair------
Whistle o'er the lave o't.------

Meg was meek, and Meg was mild,
Sweet and harmless as a child------
Wiser men than me 's beguiled;
Whistle o'er the lave o't.------

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.------

Wha I wish were maggots' meat,
Dish'd up in her winding-sheet,
I could write but Meg maun see 't
Whistle o'er the lave o't.------