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Let crazed Marget, with her long, wild hair,
Be pioneer of the rocky way;
 The foot of the goat has Marget got,
And nothing the foot of her could stay
 An' we harry the witch's cot!

For Marget's lover was like a pine;
A Hielander of the Stewart clan,
 And they were to marry come Lady Day,
Dear chiel! But he was a proper man,
 Till the witch eyes turned his way!

And then 'twas he who climbed the hill,
Oh, red the moon as a copper coin!
 The cairngorm over his shoulder set;
The deer-knife swinging against his loin,
 The morrow's morn was wet.

Two men fought out on the windy hill,
Nancy's Alec and Marget's lad;
 And the wildfowl, screamin' overhead,
Why should one woman make men so mad?
 One's for the hangin', t' ither's dead.

And Marget daft as should be a bride
(Store of linen and skillets bright),
 And a' for the sake of a wee bit lass,
Yellow-headed, with bosom white;
 Lips like coral, and eyes like glass.

Had she been less fair we might let her be!
But she wiles our men as the hedge-rose wiles,
 And the will-o'-the-wisp that rides the fen,
And takes them wanderin' miles and miles—
 This is the way with our foolish men!