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 driegh, and Meg was skiegh, Her favour Duncan could na win; For wi’ the rock she wad him knock, And ay 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 eased their shanks, And aye she set the wheel between: But Duncan swore a haly aith, That Meg should be a bride the morn; Then Meg took up her spinnin’ graith, And flung them a’ out o’er the burn.

We’ll big a house—a wee, wee house, And we will live like King and Queen, Sae blythe and merry 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 bonnie lass, And aye be welcome back again.