The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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I've taen three rigs o' braw land,
And bound mysell under a bonour :
And, now, my errand to you,
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Is for Maggie to help me to labour
But I'm fear'd we'll need your best cow,
Because that our haddin's but sober.
Quoth William, To harl ye through,
I'll be at the cost o' the bridal
I'se cut the craig o' the ewe.
That had amaist dee'd o' the side-ill
And that'll be plenty o' broe,
Sae lang as our well is na reested,
To a' the neebors and you ;
Sae I think we'll be nae that ill feasted.
Quoth Patie, O that'll do weel,
And I'll gie you your brose i' the mornin',
O' kail that was made yestreen.
For I like them best i' the forenoon.
Sae Tam, the piper, did play
And ilka ane danced that was willin'
And a' the lave they rankit through ;
And they held the wee stoupie aye fillin'.
The auld wives sat and they chew'd ;
And when that the carles grew nappy,
They danced as weel as they dow'd,
Wi' a crack o' their thooms and a happie.
The lad that wore the white band,
I think they ca'd him Jamie Mather,
He took the bride by the hand.
And cried to play up Maggie Lauder.*
This rude but humorous old song first appeared in Herd's Collection.
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