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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 has gotten a coof wi’ a claute 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 widdiefu’, bleerit knurl;
She’s left the guid fellow and ta’en the churl.
The Miller he hecht her a heart leal and loving;
The Laird did address her wi’ matter mair moving,
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 prevailing;
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!
THE RANTING DOG THE DADDIE O'T.
O wha my babie-clouts will buy?
Wha will tent me when I cry?
Wha will kiss me whare I lie?
The rantin dog the daddie o't.—
Wha will own he did the faut?
Wha will buy my groanin-maut?
Wha will tell me how to ca’t?
The rantin dog the daddie o’t.—
