Mill

  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'!