FIRST when Maggie was my care,
Heavn, I thought, was in her air,
Now were married-speir nae mair,
But whistle oer the lave ot!
Meg was meek, and Meg was mild,
Sweet and harmless as a child
Wiser men than mes beguild;
Whistle oer the lave ot!
How we live, my Meg and me,
How we love, and how we gree,
I care na by how few may see
Whistle oer the lave ot!
Wha I wish were maggots meat,
Dishd up in her winding-sheet,
I could write-but Meg maun seet
Whistle oer the lave ot!