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'!