“O ken ye what Meg o’ the Mill has gotten,
An’kenye what Meg o’ the Mill has gotten?
She gottena coofwi’ a clauto’ siller,
And broken the heart o’the barley Miller.

The Miller was strappin, the Miller was ruddy;
A heart like a lord, and a hue like a lady;
The lairdwas a widdifu’, bleerit knurl;
She’s left the gudefellow, and taenthe churl.

The Miller he hechther a heart leal and loving,
The lairdid address her wi’ matter mairmoving,
A fine pacing-horse wi’a clear chained bridle,
A whip byher side, and a bonieside-saddle.

O wae on the siller, it is saeprevailin’,
And waeon the love that is fixed on a mailen!
A tocher’s naeword in a true lover’s parle,
Butgieme my love, and a fig for the warl’!”