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My bagpipes, my bagpipes
Singing
1. My bagpiper, my bagpiper, ; My dear musician, ; I shake my pants, ; I shake my mat. ; ; You are sorry, farmer, you are sorry, ; How can I go home? ; If you sell your daughter, ; I will not go home. ; ; 3. You will not give me your daughter, ; I will go to you until I die. ; I will go through your garden, ; I will make a hole there too. ; ; (The 2nd and 3rd stanzas are about Gímes.)