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Macgj, quoth he, and by my bags,
Tm fidging fiin to see >-ou;
Sit down b\- ux-, u :\ bonn_y bird.
In troth I Kinna stter thee:
tor Vm a piper to my trade,
M\- name is Rob the Ranter;
The lasses loup as they were daft
When I blaw up my chanter.
Piper, quoth Meg, hae you your hags.
Or is your drone in order?
If you be Rob, I've heard of >ou.
Live you upo' the border?
The lasses a\ baith far and near.
Have heard of Rob the Ranter;
I'll shak m> foot wiVij/ht good will,
Oif _>ou'H bhiw up your chanter.
Then to his bags he flew wito .^pct.l.
About the drone he twisted,
Meg up, and wallopcl o'er the tfttm,
Pbr brawly coud she frisk it.
Weeldone,quoth he;r!a\- iip,quctjt sh.-
Weel bob'd,quoth Rob the HiDier
*Tis worth my while to pla\ in'it< J,
VVhen 1 hae sic a dancer.
'^eel hae you. pla\-cl your part ouiihMe;?
Your cheeks are like the crinison;
There 8 nane in Scotland pl;?vs sac wpr!.
Since we lost Habby Simpson.
I've liv'd in Fife, baith maid and wife.
These ten j ears and a quarter;
Gin 3 ou should come to Enster fair.
Spier ye for Maggy Lawder.

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