There was a lass, they ca’d her Meg,And she held o’er the moors to spin;There was a lad that follow’d her,They ca’d him Duncan Davison.The moor was dreigh, and Meg was skeigh,Her favour Duncan could na win;For wi’ the rock she wad him knock,And aye she shook the temper-pin.8
As o’er the moor they lightly foor,A burn was clear, a glen was green,Upon the banks they eas’d their shanks,And aye she set the wheel between:But Duncan swoor a haly aith,That Meg should be a bride the morn;Then Meg took up her spinning-graith,And flang them a’ out o’er the burn.16
We will big a wee, wee house,And we will live like king and queen;Sae blythe and merry’s we will be,When ye set by the wheel at e’en.A man may drink, and no be drunk;A man may fight, and no be slain;A man may kiss a bonie lass,And aye be welcome back again!24