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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed.  Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII.  1876–79.
 
Fife
Maggie Lauder
Francis Semple
 
WHA wadna be in love
  Wi’ bonnie Maggie Lauder?
A piper met her gaun to Fife,
  And speired what was ’t they ca’d her.
Right scornfully she answered him,        5
  “Begone, you hallanshaker!
Jog on your gate, you bladderskate!
  My name is Maggie Lauder.”
 
“Maggie,” quo’ he, “and by my bags,
  I ’m fidgin’ fain to see thee;        10
Sit down by me, my bonnie bird,
  In troth I witma steer thee;
For I ’m a piper to my trade,
  My name is Rob the Ranter;
The lasses loup as they were daft        15
  When I blow up my chanter.”
 
“Piper,” quo’ Meg, “hae ye your bags,
  Or is your drone in order?
If ye be Rob, I ’ve heard of you,—
  Live you upo’ the Border?        20
The lasses a’, baith far and near,
  Hae heard o’ Rob the Ranter;
I ’ll shake my foot with right gude-will,
  Gif you ’ll blow up your chanter.”
 
Then to his bags he flew wi’ speed,        25
  About the drone he twisted;
Meg up and walloped o’er the green,
  For brawly could she frisk it.
“Weel done!” quo’ he. “Play up!” quo’ she.
  “Weel bobbed,” quo’ Rob the Ranter;        30
“’T is worth my while to play indeed
  When I hae sic a dancer.”
 
“Weel hae you played your part,” quo’ Meg;
  “Your cheeks are like the crimson;
There ’s nane in Scotland plays sae weel        35
  Since we lost Habbie Simpson.
I ’ve lived in Fife, baith maid and wife,
  These ten years and a quarter;
Gin’ ye should come to Ansler Fair,
  Speir ye for Maggie Lauder.”        40
 
 
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