Whistle Oer The Lave Ot 가사

First when Maggie was my care, Heav'n, I thought, was in her air; Now we're married, speir nae mair, But - whistle o'er the lave o't! Meg was meek, and Meg was mild, Sweet and harmless as a child: Wiser men than me's beguil'd- Whistle o'er the lave o't! How we live, my Meg and me, How we love, and how we gree, I care na by how few may see- Whistle o'er the lave o't! Wha I wish were maggot's meat, Dish'd up in her winding-sheet, I could write (but Meg may see't) Whistle o'er the lave o't!