Whistle O'er The Lave O't
1.
First when Maggie was my care,
Heav'n, I thought, was in her air;
Now we're married, spier 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 beguiled -
Whistle o'er the lave o't!
2.
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 maggots' meat,
Dish'd up in her winding-sheet,
I could write (but Meg wad see't) -
Whistle o'er the lave o't!

Whistle Over The Rest Of It

First when Maggie was my care,
Heaven, I thought, was in her air;
Now we are married, ask no more,
But - whistle over the rest of it!
Meg was meek, and Meg was mild,
Sweet and harmless as a child:
Wiser men than me has been beguiled -
Whistle over the rest of it!

How we live, my Meg and me,
How we love, and how we agree,
I care not by how few may see -
Whistle over the rest of it!
Who I wish were maggots' meat,
Dished up in her winding-sheet,
I could write (but Meg would see it) -
Whistle over the rest of it!