Whistle Ow'r The Lave O't

By Robert Burns

My mither sent me tae the moss

For to gaither peats and dross.

I cowpit the cairt and hanged the horse

An whistle ow'r the lave o't.

My mither sent me tae the well

Better her had gaen hersel'.

I fell ower and broke my pail,

An' whistle ow'r the lave o't.

My mither sent me tae the sea

For tae gaither mussels three,

A sailor lad fell in wi' me

An' whistle ow'r the lave o't.

My mither sent me tae the moss

For tae gaither peats and dross.

I cowpit the cairt and hanged the horse,

And whistle ow'r the lave o't.