The Merry Muses of Caledonia/Duncan Davison

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The Merry Muses of Caledonia by Robert Burns
Duncan Davison

DUNCAN DAVIDSON

An old song. Burns's purified version is well known.

There was a lass, they ca'd her Meg,
 And she gaed o'er the muir to spin,
She fee'd a lad to lift her leg,
 They ca'ed him Duncan Davidson.

Fal lal, &c.


Meg had a muff, and it was rough,
 'Twas black without and red within,
And Duncan, 'cause he'd got a cauld,
 He slipt his Highland p—t—e in.

Fal lal, &c.


Meg had a muff, and it was rough,
 And Duncan stuck twa nievefu' in.
Meg clapped her heels about his waist,
 "I thank ye, Duncan, yerk it in."

Fal lal, &c.


Duncan made her hurdies dreep,
 Brise 'yont, my lad, then Meg did say:
O gang he east, or gang he west.
 My c—t will not be dry the day.

Fal lal, &c.