Robert Burns

Whistle O'er The Lave O't

written in 1789

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 maun see't - Whistle o'er the lave o't!

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