O saw ye my Maggie—

1
SAW ye my Maggie?
Saw ye my Maggie?
Saw ye my Maggie?
Comin oer the lea?

2
What mark has your Maggie,
What mark has your Maggie,
What mark has your Maggie,
Tha ane may ken her be?

Wry-cunted is she,
Wry-cunted is she,
Wry-cunted is she,
And pishes gain’ her thie.

3
My Maggie has a mark,
Ye ‘ll find it in the dark,
It ‘s below her sark,
A little aboon her

4
What wealth has your Maggie,
What wealth has your Maggie,
What wealth has your Maggie,
In tocher, gear, or fee?

5
My Maggie has a treasure,
A hidden mine o’ pleasure,
I’ll howk it at my leisure
It ‘s alane for me.

6
How loe ye your Maggy
How loe ye your Maggy
How loe ye your Maggy
An loe nane but she?

7
Ein that tell our wishes,
Eager glowing kisses,
Then diviner blisses,
In holy ecstacy!----------

8
How meet you your Maggie,
How meet you your Maggie,
How meet you your Maggie,
When nane ‘s to hear or see?

9
Heavenly joys before me,
Rapture trembling o’er me,
Maggie I adore thee,
On my bended knee!!!