4 Then Meg came giglin' to the door, and saw her bairn father ; O mind not ye danc'd wi‘ me your bonny Maggy Lauther, Which makes me rue that day sin' syne, that e‘er I heard your chanter ; But now I hope you'll marryy me, my bonny Rob the Ranter.
For when I danc‘d, then you advanc’d, an' promis‘d not to steer me ; Wae to the day I heard you play, it mak‘s the kintry jeer me. But since that ye will comfort gi'e, I‘m glad ye‘ve come to see me. And from the scandal of the jigg, in really you will free me.
Fidler's wives and gamester's drink, is free to a‘ that choose them ; But if you'll be a piper s wife, I'll guard you in my bosom. And while I live to blawa blast, you‘se never be a wanter. Since you're so free to marry me, yoyr bonny Rob the Ranter.
