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"Weel hae you play'd your part," quoth Meg;"Your cheeks are like the crimson;There's nane in Scotland plays sae weel,Since we lost Habby Simpson.I've liv'd in Fife, baith maid and wife,These ten years and a quarter;Gin ye should come to Anster fair,Speer ye for Maggy Lauder.
The Gill Stoups.
Hey the bonny, how the bonny,Hey the bonny gill stoup,Blythe and merry were they a',When we fuddled out our gill stoups.
There was a raffle in the town,The prize it was a braw new gown;But soon the whisky knock'd us down,By fuddling out our gill stoups.
At nine o'clock they did convene,Some were the drunkest ere was seen,But the landlord ne'er fash'd to complain,As we fuddled out our gill stoups.Hey the bonny, &c.
In cam some auld wives wi' a blaw,To see to whom the prize might fa',
