Duncan Davison

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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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