Classic Poem

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 driegh, and Meg was skiegh,
Her favour Duncan could na win;
For wi' the rock she wad him knock,
And ay she shook the temper-pin.

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 ay she set the wheel between:
But Duncan swoor a haly aith
That Meg should be a bride the morn,
Then Meg took up her spinnin-graith,
And flang them a' out o'er the burn.

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 bony lass,
And ay be welcome back again.