Traditional, arranged by the Tannahill Weavers
|Rab the Ranter,
Scotland's finest piper, was also renowned for his popularity with the
ladies. One day, in the middle of the forest on the way to the fair,
he meets with Maggie Lauder, Scotland's most beautiful lassie. As it
happens she is carrying two pails of milk.
"Who are you?" says she.
"Rab the Ranter," says he.
"Oh, I suppose I'd better put the pails down then,"
Wha widnae be in love wie bonnie Maggie Lauder
A piper met her gaun tae Fife and speired wit wis they ca'd her
Right dauntonly she answered him begone ye hallan shaker
Jog on yer gate ye bletherskate my name is Maggie Lauder
Meg quo he and by my bags I'm fidgin' fain tae see ye
Sit doon by me by bonnie bird in troth I widnae steer ye
I am a piper by my trade my name is Rab the Ranter
The lassies loup gin they were daft when I blow up my chanter
Piper quo Meg hae ye yer bags or is yer drone in order
If ye be Rab I heard o' ye live ye upon the border
The lassies aw baith far an near hae heard o' Rab the Ranter
I'll shake ma fit wie richt good will gin ye'll blow up yer chanter
Intae his bags he flew wie speed an aboot the drones he twisted
Meg up an walloped o'er the green fur brawly could she frisk it
Well done quo he, play up says she, well bobbed says Rab the Ranter
It's worth ma while tae play indeed when I haw sic' a dancer
Well hae ye played yer part quo she yer cheeks they are like crimson
There's nane in Scotland plays sae weel since we lost Habbie Simpson
I've lived in Fife baith maid and wife this ten years and a quarter
Gin ye should come tae Anster fair, speir ye fur Maggie Lauder