meg o' the mill
o ken ye what meg o' the mill has gotten,
an' ken ye what meg o' the mill has gotten?
she 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 widdifu', bleerit knurl;
she's left the gude fellow, and taen the churl.
the miller he hecht her a heart leal and loving,
the lair did address her wi' matter mair moving,
a fine pacing-horse wi' a clear chained bridle,
a whip by her side, and a bonie side-saddle.
o wae on the siller, it is sae prevailin',
and wae on the love that is fixed on a mailen!
a tocher's nae word in a true lover's parle,
but gie me my love, and a fig for the warl'!