Let simple maid the lesson read.
The wierd may be her ain, jo.
I tell you now, &c.
The bird that charm’d his summer-day,
Is now the cruel fowler's prey;
Let witless, trusting, woman, say
How aft her fate’s the fame, jo.
I tell you now, &c.
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,
Right scornfully she answer’d him,
Begone you hallanshaker;
Jog on your gate, you bladderskate,
My name is Maggie Lauder.
Maggie quoth he, and by my bags
I’m fidging fain to see thee;
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 ye your bags?
Or is your drone in order?
