 | The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill |  |
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MEG O' THE GLEN.
Meg o' the glen set aff to the fair,Wi' ruffles an' ribbons, an' meikle prepare;
Her heart it was heavy, her head it was licht,
For a' the lang way, for a wooer she sicht.
She spak' to the lads, but the lads slippet by;
She spak' to the lasses, the lasses were shy;
She thocht she might do, but she didna weel ken,
For nane seem'd to care for poor Meg o' the Glen.
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