First When Maggy Was My Care.

A poem by Robert Burns

Tune - "Whistle o'er the lave o't."


First when Maggy was my care,
Heaven, I thought, was in her air;
Now we're married, spier nae mair,
Whistle o'er the lave o't.
Meg was meek, and Meg was mild,
Bonnie Meg was nature's 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.

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