Lyrics - Whistle Oer The Lave Ot by Burns Robert

Whistle
O'er the
Lave
O't (
Robert
Burns)
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 may see't)
Whistle o'er the lave o't!tune:
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