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There was a lass, they ca'd her Meg, / And she held o'er the moors to spin; / There was a lad that follow'd her, / They ca'd 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 o'er the moor they lightly foor, / A burn was clear, a glen was green, / Upon the banks they eas'd 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 o'er the burn.
We will big a wee, wee house, / And we will live like king and queen; / Sae blythe and merry's we will be, / When ye set by the wheel at e'en. / 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!