“I give thee a father’s blessing, sir,”
The Murray blithely cried;
“For what?”—The lassie modest said,
“Meikle-Mouthed Meg’s your bride.”
Oh! then sore shame fell on the Scott,
And tears came in his eyes;
“And is my bride the scorned Meg,
That I did so despise?
“Let no man hate what he’s not seen,