Duncan Davison

  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 na win;
  for wi' the rock she wad him knock,
  and aye 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 eas'd their shanks,
  and aye she set the wheel between:
  but duncan swoor a haly aith,
  that meg should be a bride the morn;
  then meg took up her spinning-graith,
  and flang them a' out o'er the burn.
  we will big a wee, wee house,
  and we will live like king and queen;
  sae blythe and merry's 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 bonie lass,
  and aye be welcome back again!