Songs by Robert Burns

Bob Hay & the Jolly Beggars song book

Whistle o'er the lave o't

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

How we live, my Meg and me,
How we love and how we 'gree
I carna by how few may see,
Whistle o'er the lave o't
Wha I wish were maggots meat,
Dish'd up in her winding sheet;
I could write - but Meg maun see't,
Whistle o'er the lave o't.

lave o't = the rest of it

Arrangement © 2006 Bob Hay (BMI). All Rights Reserved.