Muckle-Mouth Meg

Frowned the Laird on the Lord: So, red-handed I catch thee?     Death-doomed by our Law of the Border!     Weve a gallows outside and a chiel to dispatch thee:     Who trespasses, hangs: alls in order.     He met frown with smile, did the young English gallant:     Then the Lairds dame: Nay, Husband, I beg!     Hes comely: be merciful! Grace for the callant     If he marries our Muckle-mouth Meg!     No mile-wide-mouthed monster of yours do I marry:     Grant rather the gallows! laughed he.     Foul fare kith and kin of you, why do you tarry?     To tame your fierce temper! quoth she.     Shove him quick in the Hole, shut him fast for a week:     Cold, darkness, and hunger work wonders:     Who lion-like roars now, mouse-fashion will squeak,     And it rains soon succeed to it thunders.     A week did he bide in the cold and the dark     Not hunger: for duly at morning     In flitted a lass, and a voice like a lark     Chirped, Muckle-mouth Meg still yere scorning?     Go hang, but heres parritch to hearten ye first!     Did Megs muckle-mouth boast within some     Such music as yours, mine should match it or burst:     No frog-jaws! So tell folk, my Winsome!     Soon week came to end, and, from Holes door set wide,     Out he marched, and there waited the lassie:     Yon gallows, or Muckle-mouth Meg for bride!     Consider! Skys blue and turfs grassy:     Lifes sweet: shall I say ye wed Muckle-mouth Meg?     Not I, quoth the stout heart: too eerie     The mouth that can swallow a bubblyjocks egg;     Shall I let it munch mine? Never, Dearie!     Not Muckle-mouth Meg? Wow, the obstinate man!     Perhaps he would rather wed me!     Ay, would he, with just for a dowry your can!     Im Muckle-mouth Meg, chirruped she.     Then so-so-so-so, as he kissed her apace,     Will I widen thee out till thou turnest     From Margaret Minnikin-mou, by Gods grace,     To Muckle-mouth Meg in good earnest!