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Rantin' Laddie

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Rantin' Laddie

Aft hae I played at the cards and the dice
  Wi' my ain dear rantin' laddie;
But noo I maun sit in my father's kitchen nook,
  And sing baloo to my bastard bairnie.

My father dear he knows me not,
  My mother's quite forgot me;
My frien's and relations they a' slight me,
  And the servants they do hate me.

Gin I had but ane o' my father's merry men,
  As aftimes I've had many,
That wad rin on to the gates o'Aboyne
  Wi'a letter to my rantin' laddie.

Is your love a laird, or is he a lord,
  Or is he but a caddie,
That ye sae aft call on his name,
  Your own dear rantin' laddie ?

My love's nae a laird, nor is he a lord,
  Nor is he but a caddie ;
But he's earl ower a' the lands o' Aboyne,
  He's my own dear rantin' laddie.

Ye sall hae nane o' your father's merry men,
  As afttimes ye've had many,
That will rin on to the gates o' Aboyne,
  Wi' a letter to your rantin' laddie.

Oh, where will I get a bonnie wee lad
  That will carry a letter cannie,
That will rin on to the gate o' Aboyne
  Wi' a letter to my rantin' laddie?

It's here am I, a bonnie wee lad
  That will carry a letter cannie,
That will rin on to the gate o' Aboyne
  Wi' a letter to your rantin' laddie.

As he gang up by bonnie Deeside
  The birks they were bloomin' bonnie
And there he spied the Earl o' Aboyne
  Doon amang the bushes sae bonnie.

Fan he lookit the letter on,
  And oh but he was sorry,
Oh they hae been cruel, and they've been unkind,
  To my ain dear rantin' lassie.

Her father dear he knows her not,
   Her mother's quite forgot her ;
Her frien's and relations they a' slight her,
  And the servants they do hate her.

But I will raise an hundred men,
  And oh but they'll shine bonnie ;
And I'll mount them all on milk-white steeds,
  To bring home my rantin' lassie.

As they rode down through Buchanshire,
  And Buchanhire shone bonnie,
Rejoice, rejoice, ye Buchan maids a',
   Rejoice and be na sorry.

Gin ye lay your love on a lowland lad,
  He'll do all he can to slight ye ;
Gin ye lay your love on a highland lad,
 He'll do all he can to raise you.

Note: Assembled from two versions published by Gavin Grieg
Recorded by Lori Holland,Ewan MacColl
Child #240
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