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 dreigh, and Meg was skeigh,
Her favour Duncan could nawin;
For wi’the rockshe wadhim knock,
And aye she shook the temper-pin.

As o’er the moor they lightlyfoor,
A burnwas clear, a glen was green,
Upon the banks they eas’d their shanks,
And aye she set the wheel between:
ButDuncan swoora halyaith,
That Meg should be a bride the morn;
Then Meg took up her spinning-graith,
And flangthem a’out o’er the burn.

We will biga wee, weehouse,
And we will live like king and queen;
Saeblythe and merry’s we will be,
When ye setbythe wheel at e’en.
A man may drink, and no be drunk;
A man may fight, and nobe slain;
A man may kiss a bonielass,
And aye be welcome back again!