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I've taen three rigs o' braw land,
And bound mysell under a bonour :
And, now, my errand to you,
Is for Maggie to help me to labour ;
But I'm fear'd we'll need your best cow,
Because that our haddin's but sober.
Quoth William, To harl ye through,
I'll be at the cost o' the bridal ;
I'se cut the craig o' the ewe.
That had amaist dee'd o' the side-ill :
And that'll be plenty o' broe,
Sae lang as our well is na reested,
To a' the neebors and you ;
Sae I think we'll be nae that ill feasted.
Quoth Patie, O that'll do weel,
And I'll gie you your brose i' the mornin',
O' kail that was made yestreen.
For I like them best i' the forenoon.
Sae Tam, the piper, did play ;
And ilka ane danced that was willin' ;
And a' the lave they rankit through ;
And they held the wee stoupie aye fillin'.
The auld wives sat and they chew'd ;
And when that the carles grew nappy,
They danced as weel as they dow'd,
Wi' a crack o' their thooms and a happie.
The lad that wore the white band,
I think they ca'd him Jamie Mather,
He took the bride by the hand.
And cried to play up Maggie Lauder.*
This rude but humorous old song first appeared in Herd's Collection.