Francis Sempill, ca. 1642
Wha wadna be in love|
Wi' bonnie Maggie Lauder?
A piper met her guan to Fife,
And pier'd what was't they ca'd her;
Right scornfully she answer'd him,
Began you hall shaker,
Jog on your gate, ye bladderscate,
My name is Maggie Lauder.
2. Maggie, quo he, and by my bags
3. Piper, quo Meg, hae ye your bags,|
Or is your drone in order?
If ye be Rob, I've heard of you,
Live ye upon the border?
The lasses a', baith far and near
Hae hear o' Rob the Ranter;
I'll shake my foot wi' right goo-will,
Fig ye'll blaw up your chanter.
4. Then to his bags he flew wi' speed,
5. Weel hae you play'd your part, quo' Meg,|
Your cheeks are like the crimson;
There's nane in Scotland plays sae weel,
Sin' we lost Habby Simson.
I've live'd in Fife, baith maid and wife,
These ten years and a quarter;
Gin ye should come to Anster fair,
Spier ye for Maggie Lauder.
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