meg o' the mill

    o ken ye what meg o' the mill has gotten,

    an' ken ye what meg o' the mill has gotten?

    she gotten a coof wi' a claut o' siller,

    and broken the heart o' the barley miller.

    the miller was strappin, the miller was ruddy;

    a heart like a lord, and a hue like a lady;

    the laird was a widdifu', bleerit knurl;

    she's left the gude fellow, and taen the churl.

    the miller he hecht her a heart leal and loving,

    the lair did address her wi' matter mair moving,

    a fine pacing-horse wi' a clear chained bridle,

    a whip by her side, and a bonie side-saddle.

    o wae on the siller, it is sae prevailin',

    and wae on the love that is fixed on a mailen!

    a tocher's nae word in a true lover's parle,

    but gie me my love, and a fig for the warl'!