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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHISTLE O'ER THE LAVE O'T, by ROBERT BURNS Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: First when maggy was my care Last Line: Whistle o'er the lave o't! | |||
First when Maggie was my care, Heav'n, I thought, was in her air, Now we're married-speir nae mair, But whistle o'er the lave o't! Meg was meek, and Meg was mild, Sweet and harmless as a child -- Wiser men than me's beguil'd; Whistle o'er the lave o't! How we live, my Meg and me, How we love, and how we gree, I care na by how few may see -- Whistle o'er the lave o't! Wha I wish were maggot's meat, Dish'd up in her winding-sheet, I could write -- but Meg maun see't -- Whistle o'er the lave o't! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POET'S WELCOME TO HIS LOVE-BEGOTTEN DAUGHTER by ROBERT BURNS A RED, RED ROSE by ROBERT BURNS ADDRESS TO A HAGGIS by ROBERT BURNS ADDRESS TO THE UNCO GUID, OR THE RIGIDLY RIGHTEOUS by ROBERT BURNS AULD LANG SYNE by ROBERT BURNS CA' THE YOWES TO THE KNOWES by ROBERT BURNS |
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