Whistle Oer The Lave Ot

<br>Whistle O`er the Lave O`t<br> (Robert Burns)<br>First when Maggie was my care,<br>Heav`n, I thought, was in her air;<br>Now we`re married, speir nae mair,<br> But - whistle o`er the lave o`t!<br>Meg was meek, and Meg was mild,<br>Sweet and harmless as a child:<br>Wiser men than me`s beguil`d-<br> Whistle o`er the lave o`t!<br>How we live, my Meg and me,<br>How we love, and how we gree,<br>I care na by how few may see-<br> Whistle o`er the lave o`t!<br>Wha I wish were maggot`s meat,<br>Dish`d up in her winding-sheet,<br>I could write (but Meg may see`t)<br> Whistle o`er the lave o`t!<br>tune: Whistle o`er the lave o`t (235)<br>filename[WHSTLAVE<br>play.exe WHISTLAVE<br>ARB<br>===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===