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MAGGY LAUTHER.
Wha wau'dna be in love,
wi' bonny Maggy Lauther,
A piper met her gaun through Fife,
he spier'd what was't they ca'd her.
Light scornfully she answer'd him,
begone you hallan-staker
Jog on your gate you blather-skate,
My name is Maggy Lauther.
Maggy quo' he now by my bags.
I'm ⟨staging⟩ fain to see thee,
Sit down by me my bonny bird,
indeed I winna steer thee:
for I'm a piper to my trade,
my name is Rob the Rantar,
The lasses loup as they were daft,
When I blaw up my chanter
Piper quo' Meg hae ye your bags,
or is your drone in order
Gif ye be Rob we've heard of you
live ye upo' the border.
