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Whistle O'er The Lave O't

First when Maggie was my care, Heav'n, I thought, was in her air, Now we're married - speir nae mair, But whistle o'er the lave o't! Meg was meek, and Meg was mild, Sweet and harmless as a child - Wiser men than me's beguil'd; Whistle o'er the lave o't! 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!


Ian McDiarmid

About this work

This is a poem by Robert Burns. It was written in 1789 and is read here by Ian McDiarmid.

Themes for this poem

love marriage

Selected for 06 October

Although married life mostly suited Robert Burns, today's choice is the poet's rueful take on the deadlock of wedlock.

Donny O'Rourke

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