THERE was a lass, they cad her Meg,
And she held oer the moors to spin;
There was a lad that followd her,
They cad him Duncan Davison.
The moor was dreigh, and Meg was skeigh,
Her favour Duncan could na win;
For wi the rock she wad him knock,
And aye she shook the temper-pin.
As oer the moor they lightly foor,
A burn was clear, a glen was green,
Upon the banks they easd their shanks,
And aye she set the wheel between:
But Duncan swoor a haly aith,
That Meg should be a bride the morn;
Then Meg took up her spinning-graith,
And flang them a out oer the burn.
We will big a wee, wee house,
And we will live like king and queen;
Sae blythe and merrys we will be,
When ye set by the wheel at een.
A man may drink, and no be drunk;
A man may fight, and no be slain;
A man may kiss a bonie lass,
And aye be welcome back again!
