whistle o'er the lave o't
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!