Whistle Oer The Lave Ot — текст песни (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!
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