Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 276. Song—Whistle o’er the lave o’t |
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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! | |
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| Meg was meek, and Meg was mild, | 5 |
| Sweet and harmless as a child— | |
| Wiser men than me’s beguil’d; | |
| Whistle o’er the lave o’t! | |
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| How we live, my Meg and me, | |
| How we love, and how we gree, | 10 |
| I care na by how few may see— | |
| Whistle o’er the lave o’t! | |
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| Wha I wish were maggot’s meat, | |
| Dish’d up in her winding-sheet, | |
| I could write-but Meg maun see’t— | 15 |
| Whistle o’er the lave o’t! | |
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