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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, | 5 |
| Her favour Duncan could na win; | |
| For wi’ the rock she wad him knock, | |
| And aye she shook the temper-pin. | |
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| As o’er the moor they lightly foor, | |
| A burn was clear, a glen was green, | 10 |
| 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, | 15 |
| And flang them a’ out o’er the burn. | |
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| 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. | 20 |
| 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! | |
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