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Maggy, quoth he, and by my bags,
I'm fidging fain to see you;
,Sit down by me, my bonny bird,
In troth I winna steer thee :
For I'm a piper to my trade,
My name is Rob the Ranter;
The lasses loup as they were daft
When I blaw up my chanter.
Piper, quoth Meg, hae you your bags,
Or is your drone in order?
If you be Rob, I've heard of you,
Live you upo' the border?
The lasses a*, baith far and near,
Have heard of Rob the Ranter;
I'll shak my foot wi' right good will,
Qif you'll blaw up your chanter.
Then to his bags he flew with speed,
About the drone he twisted,
Meg up, and wailop'd o'er the green,
For brawly coud she frisk it.
Weeldone.quoth he; Play up,quoth she:
Weel bob'd.quoth Rob the Ranter;
*Tis worth my while to play indeed,
When I hae sic a dancer.
Weel hae you playd your part auothMcg,
Your cheeks are like the crimson;
Theres nane in Scotland plays sae weel,
Since we lost Habby Simpson.
I ve livd in Fife, baith maid and wife.
These ten years and a quarter;
Gin you should come to lEnster fair.
Spier ye for Maggy Lawder.