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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!