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Lindsay, he has taken to the road
Straight to the north he'll steer
Wi' a Speyside fiddle in his pack
Aye and he'll make with little else gear

He's well met wi' a peddler drouth
And a chance to adjourn to the inn
Called for ale and he's taken up a fife
And carelessly slipped to the tune.

And all the night they fiddled and fifed
For the dancers had taken to the floor
They neither wanted a pipe nor a glass
Or a lass when the music was o'er

They've played up through markets and fair
'Till at last to the north they've come
There they met Black Janet the widow
Who sang as she rattled her drum

And Lindsay's called Black Janet to dance
And you ne'er saw so bonny a pair
She has tae'n him firm by the hand
And they skipped to the top of the stair

Here, she said, is a fine feather bed
Where a man be he weary or drear
May step for me a gay strathspey
With me lilting the tune in his ear

And Janet was as good as her word
And Lindsay has proven his worth
May ye all have sae merry a dance
If ever ye come to the north

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