MAGGY LAUTHFER.
WHA wouldnA’ be in love wi’ bonny Maggy Lauther; A pipe? met her gaun thro‘ Fife, he spier‘d what was't they ca'd her Right scornfully she answer‘d him, begone you hallan. shaker, Job on your gate you blather-skate, my name is Maggy Lauther.
Maggy, quo' he, now by my bags, I‘m fidgin' fain to see thee. Sit down by me, my bonny bird, in faith 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' ha'e ye your bags? or is your drone in order ? Gif ye be Rob, we've heard o' you, live ye upo' the border ? The kintry a baith far and near, hae heard o' Rob the Ranter; I'll shake my foot wi right gude will, gif ye'll blaw up your chanter.
