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!