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MEG O' THE MILL.
O ken ye wha Meg o' the Mill has gotten?
An' ken ye wha Meg o' the Mill has gotten?
She has gotten a coof wi' a claut o' siller,
And broken the heart o' the barley miller.
An' ken ye wha Meg o' the Mill has gotten?
She has gotten a coof wi' a claut o' siller,
And broken the heart o' the barley miller.
The miller was strappin', the miller was ruddy;
A heart like a lord, and a hue like a lady:
The laird was a widdiefu', bleerit knurl:
She's left the guid fellow, and ta'en the churl.
A heart like a lord, and a hue like a lady:
The laird was a widdiefu', bleerit knurl:
She's left the guid fellow, and ta'en the churl.
The miller he hecht her, a heart leal and loving:
The laird did address her wi' matter mair moving:
A fine pacing horse, wi' a clear chained bridle,
A whip by her side, and a bonnie side saddle.
The laird did address her wi' matter mair moving:
A fine pacing horse, wi' a clear chained bridle,
A whip by her side, and a bonnie side saddle.
O wae on the siller, it is sae prevailing;
And wae on the love that is fix'd on a mailin'!
A tocher's nae word in a true lover's parle,
But, gie me my love, and a fig for the warl!
And wae on the love that is fix'd on a mailin'!
A tocher's nae word in a true lover's parle,
But, gie me my love, and a fig for the warl!