There was a Lass (Poem by Robert Burns)

There was a Lass (1)

By Robert Burns

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 roke she wad him knock.

    And ay she shook the temper-pin.

There was a Lass (2)

As o’er the moor they lightly foor,

    A burn was clear, a glen was green,

Upon the banks they eas’d-their shanks,

    And ay 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 flang them a’ out o’er the burn.

There was a Lass (3)

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 ay be welcome back again.