216. Song—Duncan Davison

 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 dreigh, and Meg was skeigh,
 Her favour Duncan could na win;
For wi’ the rock she wad him knock,
 And aye 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 aye she set the wheel between:
But Duncan swoor a haly aith,
 That Meg should be a bride the morn;
Then Meg took up her spinning-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 bonie lass,
 And aye be welcome back again!

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