5
And as he enter'd Amst'er town,
his drone it sounded louder,
His bags he blew till the chanter flew,
no pipes was ever prouder.
Then Meg came gigling to the door,
and saw her bairn's father,
O mind not ye, ye danc'd wi' me,
you boeny Maggy Lauther;
Which makes me rue that day sinsyne,
that e'er I heard your chanter,
But now I hope you'll marry me,
My bonny Rob the Ranter.
For when I danc'd, then you advanc'd,
and ye promis'd not to steer me,
Wae to the day I heard you play,
it makes 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 jigs,
in realty you will free me.
Fidlers' wives and gamesters' drink,
is free to all who chuse them,
But if you'll be a piper's wife,
I'll guard you in my bosom.
