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LINDSAY (Archie Fisher) Lindsay, he has taken to the road It's straight to the north he'll steer With a Speyside fiddle in his pack And with little else for his gear He's well met with a peddler drouth And a chance to adjourn to the inn He's called for ale and he's taken up a pipe And carelessly slipped to the tune. And all the night they fiddled and piped For the dancers had taken to the floor They never wanted a pipe nor a glass Nor a lass 'till the music was o'er They 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 Lindsay called black Janet to dance And you ne'er saw so bonny a pair She took him firm by the hand And they tripped 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 a tune in his ear Janet was as good as his word And Lindsay has proven his worth May you all have so merry a dance If ever you come to the north Recorded by Archie Fisher Copyright Archie Fisher @drink @Scottish @music filename[ LINDSAY RG @music |
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