| lyric | 1. Wha wadna be in love with bonnie Maggie Lauder?
A püipeere met her gaun to Fife,
An’ spier’d what was’t they ca’d her;
Right scornfully she answer’d him;
Begone, ye hallam shaker.
Jog on your gate, ye bladder skate,
My name ist Maggie Lauder.
2. ’Maggie,’ quo’ he, ’and by my bags,
I’m fidgin’ fain to see thee;
Sit down by me my bonnie 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.
3. ’Piper,’ quo’ Meg, ’hae you your bags?
Or is your drone in order?
If ye be Rob, I’ve heard of you,
Life lasses a’, baith far and near,
Ha’e heard o0 Rob the Ranter;
I’ll shake my foot wi’ right guid will,
Gif you’ll blaw up your chanter.’
4. Then to his bags he flew wi’ speed,
About the drone he twistet;
Meg up and wallop’d o’er the green,
For brawly could she frisk it.
’Weel done,’ quo he – ’Play up,’ quo’ she,
’Weel bobb’d,’ quo Rob the Ranter.
’’Tis worth my while to play indeed,
When I ha’e sic a dancer.’
5. ’Weel he’e you play’d your part,’ quo’ Meg,
’Your cheeks are like the crimson;
There’s nane in Scotland plays sae weel,
Since we lost Habbie Simpson.
I’ve lived in Fife, baith maid and wife,
These ten years and a quarter;
Gin ye should come to Anster fair,
Spier ye for Maggie Lauder.’ |