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For when I danc‘d, then ye advanc'd
And ye promised not to steer me,
Wae to the day I heard you play,
It makes the country 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 reality you will free me.
Fiddlers’ wives and gamesters’ drink
Is free to all who choose them,
But if you'll be a piper's wife,
I'll gaurd you in my bosom.
And while I live to blaw a blast,
You'se never be a wanter;
Since you're sae free to marry me,
You're bonny Rob the Ranter.
Roy's Wife of Aldivalloch.
Roy's wife of Aldivalloeh,
Roy's wife of Aldivalloeh,
Ken ye how she eheated me,
As I cam by the braes o' Balloch.
She vow'd, she swore she would be mine,
And swore she lo'd me best of ony,
But Oh! the fickle, faithless quean,
She's ta'en the earle and left her Johnnie.
Roy's wife of Aldivalloch, &c.
But Oh! the fickle, faithless ⟨quean⟩,
She's ta'en the carle and left her Johnnie.
