First When Maggy Was My Care (Poem by Robert Burns)

Old Poem

First When Maggy Was My Care (1)
By Robert Burns


First when Maggy was my care,
Heaven, I thought, was in her air;
Now we’re married — spier nae mair —
    Whistle o’er the lave o’t. —
Meg was meek, and Meg was mild,
Bonnie Meg was nature’s child;
Wiser men than me’s beguil’d —
    Whistle o’er the lave o’t.


First When Maggy Was My Care (2)


How we live, my Meg and me,
How we love, and how we ‘gree,
I care na by how few may see;
    Whistle o’er the lave o’t. —
Wha I wish were maggot’s meat,
Dish’d up in her winding sheet,
I could write — but Meg maun see’t —
    Whistle o’er the lave o’t.


Note:
The air of this song was composed by John Bruce, of Dumfries, musician: the words, though originating in an olden strain, are wholly by Burns, and right bitter ones they are. The words and air are in the Museum.

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