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 maun see't -- Whistle o'er the lave o't! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DARBY AND JOAN by FREDERIC EDWARD WEATHERLY ON VENUS ARISING FROM THE SEA by ANTIPATER OF SIDON BROADCAST by KATHARINE LEE BATES ANOTHER SPRING by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ROBERT E. LEE by GAMALIEL BRADFORD UNDER THE BLUE by FRANCIS FISHER BROWNE |