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Wha wadna be in love

Wi' bonny Maggie Lauder?

A piper met her gaun to Fife,

And speir'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 for to see you;

Sit down by me, my bonny bird,

In troth I winna steer you;

For I'm a piper to my trade,

My name is Rab the Ranter',

The laases loup as they were daft,

When I blew up my chanter.

Piper, quo’ Meg, hae'ye your bags,

Or is your drone in order?

If you be Rab, I’ve heard of you,

Live ye upo’ the border?