Whistle Oer The Lave Ot Lyrics - 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: Whistle o'er the lave o't (235) 

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