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whistle o'er the lave o't

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!