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 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 carena 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 Mag maun see't— Whistle o'er the lave o't.