DUNCAN DAVISON
There was a lass, they ca'd her Meg, called
And she held o'er the moors to spin;
There was a lad that follow'd her,
They ca'd him Duncan Davison.
The moor was driegh, and Meg was skiegh, dull, skittish
Her favour Duncan could na win;
For wi' the rock she wad him knock, distaff
And ay she shook the temper-pin. regulating pin of the spinning-wheel
As o'er the moor they lightly foor, went