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 Let simple maid the lesson read. The wierd may be her ain, jo. I tell you now, &c.

The bird that charm’d his summer-day, Is now the cruel fowler's prey; Let witless, trusting, woman, say How aft her fate’s the fame, jo. I tell you now, &c.

MAGGIE LAUDER.

wadna be in love Wi’ bonnie Maggie Lauder; A piper met her gaun to Fife, And spier'd what was’t they ca’d her, Right scornfully she answer’d him, Begone you hallanshaker; Jog on your gate, you bladderskate, My name is Maggie Lauder.

Maggie quoth he, and by my bags I’m fidging fain to see thee; Sit down by me, my bonny 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.

Piper, quoth Meg, hae ye your bags? Or is your drone in order?