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 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 jigg,

in really you will free me.

Fidler's wives and gamester's drink,

is free to all who chuse them,

But if you'll be a piper's wife,

I'll guard you in my bosom.

And while I live to blaw a blast,

you'se never be a wanter,

Since you're so free to marry me,

your bonny Rab the Ranter.

W E E T Nelly, my heart's delight,

Be loving and do not slight,

The proffer I make, for modesty's sake,

I honour your beauty bright;

For love I profess, I can do no less,

Thou hast my favour won;

And since I see your modesty,

I pray agree and fancy me,

Tho' I'm but a farmer's on.

Not I am a lady gay,

'Tis very well known I may,

Have men of renown in country and town,

Sir Roger without delay;