Whistle O'er the Lave O't
Whistle O'er the Lave O't | |
Robert Burns, 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!
2. Meg was meek, and Meg was mild, | 3. 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!
4. Wha I wish were maggot's meat, |