Duncan Davison

There was a lass, they called her Meg
And she went o'er the heath to spin
She paid a lad to lift her leg
They called him Duncan Davison

Meg had a muff and it was rough
Twas black without and red within
And Duncan, 'cause he got a cold
He stipped his highland handle in

And he ruffled them off, he rattled them off
Scuffled them off and he battled them off
He fiddled all day till a lass heard him say
“I can't get enough of the stuff of the muff”

Meg had a muff, and it was rough
And Duncan struck two fistfuls in
Meg clapped her heels about his waist
“I thank you, Duncan, yerk it in”

Duncan made her buttocks bounce
“Plunge on, my lad” then Meg did say
Go east or go he west
My mouth will not be dry this day

And he ruffled them off, he rattled them off
Scuffled them off and he battled them off
He fiddled all day till a lass heard him say
“I can't get enough of the stuff of the muff”