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Hazel Whyte
| Maggie Lauder |
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| Scottish Songs and Celtic Ballads |
| Modern and Traditional Folk Music |
| Maggie Lauder Wha wadna be in love Wi bonnie Maggie Lauder? A piper met her gaun to Fife, And spier'd what was't they ca'd her: Richt scornfully she answered him, Begone, you hallanshakerl Jog on your gate, you bladderskate! My name is Maggie Lauder. Maggie! quoth he; and, by my bags, I'm fidgin' fain to see thee! Sit doun by me, my bonnie 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, quo Meg, hae ye your bags, Or is your drone in order? If ye be Rob, I've heard o' you; Live you upo' the Border? The lasses a', baith far and near, Have heard o' Rob the Ranter; I'll shake my foot wi' richt gude 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 itl 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 crimsonl 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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