Robert Burns - Whistle Oer The Lave Ot lyrics

(Robert Burns)

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!

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!

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 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!

tune: Whistle o'er the lave o't (235)

@Scots @love

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