Paddy MacShane/Meg O'The Mill

MEG O' THE MILL.

O ken ye wha Meg o' the Mill has gotten?
An' ken ye wha Meg o' the Mill has gotten?
She has gotten a coof wi' a claut o' siller,
And broken the heart o' the barley miller.

The miller was strappin', the miller was rudd
A heart like a lord, and a hue like a lady
The laird was a widdiefu', bleerit knurl:
She's left the guid fellow, and ta’en the churl

The miller he hecht her, a heart leal and lovin
The laird did address her wi' matter mair movin
A fine pacing horse, wi' a clear chained bridle
A whip by her side, and a bonnie side saddle.

O wae on the siller, it is sae prevaling;
And wae on the love that is fix'd on a mailin’
A tocher's nae word in a true lover's parle,
But, gie me my love, and a fig for the warl!

finis.