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The lasses a', baith far and near,
Have heard o' Rob the Ranter ;
I'll shake my foot wi' richt glide will,
Gif ye'll blaw up your chanter.
Then to his bags he flew wi' speed ;
About the drone he twisted :
Meg up and wallop'd ower the green ;
For brawly could she frisk it !
Weel done ! quo he. Play up ! quo she.
Weel bobb'd ! quo Rob the Ranter ;
It's worth my while to play, indeed,
When I hae sic a dancer !
Weel hae ye play'd your part, quo Meg ;
Your cheeks are like the crimson !
There's nane in Scotland plays sae weel,
Sin' we lost Habbie Simson,
I've lived in Fife, baith maid and wife.
This ten years and a quarter ;
Gin ye should come to Anster Fair,
Spier ye for Maggie Lauder.

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