D G DC G D [Verse]G C G Lindsay, he has ta'en to the roadC D Straight to the north he'll steerG Wi' a Speyside fiddle in his packD Aye, and he’ll make a livin' up here [Verse]G He's well met wi' a peddler drouthD And a chance to adjourn to the innC G He's called for ale and he's ta'en up a pipeD And has carelessly slipped to the tune [Instrumental]D G DC G D [Verse]G C G And a' the nicht they fiddled and pipedC D For the dancers had ta'en tae the floorG They neither wanted a pipe nor a glassD Or a lass 'till the music was o'er [Verse]G They played up through markets and fairsD 'Till at last tae the north they've comeC G There they met black Janet the widowD Who sang as she rattled her drum [Instrumental]D G DC G D [Verse]G C G And Lindsay called black Janet tae danceC D And you ne'er saw so bonny a pairG She had ta'en him firm by the handD And they tripped to the top of the stair [Verse]G "Here" she said, "is a fine feather bedD Where a man be he weary or drearC G May step for me a gay StrathspeyD With me lilting a tune in his ear" [Instrumental]D G DC G D [Verse]G C G And Janet was as good as her wordC D And Lindsay has proven his worthG May ya all ha'e sae merry a danceD If ever you come to the north [Outro]D G DC G D
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