with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns
with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns
94 sprightly J and forcibly expressive.— Maggie's tongue wags out the nicknames of Rob the Piper with all the careless lightsomeness of unrestrained gaiety. Wha wad na 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 answered him. Begone, you hallanshaker !* Jog on your gate, you bladderskate,f My name is Maggie Lauder. Maggie, quo' he, and by my bags, I'm fidgin' fain to see thee ; Sit down by me, my bonny bird, In troth I winna steer thee : * Hallanshaker is what the old people call a rambling mischiev- ous fellow; one who sods up the burns, ties the doors, and works other pranks of innocent merriment. The hallan is a bundle composed of the longest broom, entwisted with willows, placed moveable to ward the wind from the door. The partition which divided the spence from the hall was frequently named a " Hallan," being formed of similar materials. t Bladderskate. This ought to be blether-skyte. *' Ye blether- ing lowne"— " Ye vile skyte," are terms of familiar reproach still in use, and are innocently applied to those satiric rogues who have
95 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, quo' Meg, hae ye your bags ? Or is your drone in order ? If ye be Rob, I've heard o' you, Live you upo' the border ?* The lasses a', baith far and near, Have heard o' Rob the Ranter I'll shake my foot wi' right gude will, Gif you'll blaw up your chanter. have the art of mingling falsehood and truth with admirable art, annoying with it the sage remarks of the sober-minded and wise. * Probably a temporary and convenient residence of the minstrel. The emigration of Highland reapers to the lowlands of Scotland has brought the old favourite pipes again into vogne. On the da:y-close of harvest-toil the girls bind up their locks : the men wash their sweaty faces, and throw aside their gray socks. On the little green plat before the farm hall, the old bandsmen come out and see their children dancing and making raerry. The Piper seats himself on the knocking-stone, and strikes into one of those wild northern airs which stirs even old age to the frolics and pranks of youth. In talking on this subject to an intelligent Scotsman, he told the
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95<br />
For I'm a piper to my trade,<br />
My name is Rob the Ranter<br />
The lasses loup as they were daft,<br />
When I blaw up my chanter.<br />
Piper, quo' Meg, hae ye your bags ?<br />
Or is your drone in order ?<br />
If ye be Rob, I've heard o' you,<br />
Live you upo' the border ?*<br />
The lasses a', baith far <strong>and</strong> near,<br />
Have heard o' Rob the Ranter<br />
I'll shake my foot wi' right gude will,<br />
Gif you'll blaw up your chanter.<br />
have the art of mingling falsehood <strong>and</strong> truth <strong>with</strong> admirable<br />
art, annoying <strong>with</strong> it the sage remarks of the sober-minded <strong>and</strong><br />
wise.<br />
* Probably a temporary <strong>and</strong> convenient residence of the<br />
minstrel. The emigration of Highl<strong>and</strong> reapers to the lowl<strong>and</strong>s<br />
of Scotl<strong>and</strong> has brought the old favourite pipes again into vogne.<br />
On the da:y-close of harvest-toil the girls bind up their locks : the<br />
men wash their sweaty faces, <strong>and</strong> throw aside their gray socks.<br />
On the little green plat before the farm hall, the old b<strong>and</strong>smen<br />
come out <strong>and</strong> see their children dancing <strong>and</strong> making raerry.<br />
The Piper seats himself on the knocking-stone, <strong>and</strong> strikes into<br />
one of those wild northern airs which stirs even old age to the<br />
frolics <strong>and</strong> pranks of youth.<br />
In talking on this subject to an intelligent Scotsman, he told<br />
the