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Wha wou'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 Right scornfully she answer'd him, begone yon hallan-staker, Jog on your gate you blather-skate, My name is Maggy Lauther.

Maggy quo' he, now by my bags, I'm fidging 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 Ranter. The lasses loup as they were daft, When I blaw up my chanter.

Piper, quoquo' [sic] Meg, hae ye your bags, or is your drone in order? Gif ye be Rob we've heard of you, ye upo' the ?