| 1 |
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Out it spake Lizee Linzee,
The tear blinket in her ee;
How can I leave father and mother,
Along with young Donald to gae! |
| 2 |
Out spoke Lizee's young handmaid,
A bonny young lassie was she;
Said, Were I heress to a kingdom,
Along with young Donald I'd ga. |
| 3 |
'O say ye so to me, Nelly?
O say ye so to me?
Must I leave Edinburgh city,
To the high Highland to gae?' |
| 4 |
Out spoke Lizie's own mother,
A good old lady was she;
If you speak such a word to my dochter,
I'll gar hang [you] hi. |
| 5 |
'Keep well your dochter from me, madam,
Keep well your dochter fa me;
For I care as little for your dochter
As ye can care for me.' |
| 6 |
The road grew wetty and dubby,
And Lizee began to think lang;
Said, I wish had staid with my mother,
And nae wi young Donald had gane. |
| 7 |
'You'r welcome hame, Sir Donald,
You'r thrice welcome to me;
You'r welcome hame, Sir Donald,
And your young lady you wi.' |
| 8 |
. . . .
. . . .
'Ye call na me Sir Donald,
But ca me Donald your son.' |
| 9 |
'Rise up, Lizee Linzee,
You [have] lain too long in the day;
Ye might have helped my mother
To milch her goats and her kie.' |
| 10 |
Out it spake Lizee Linzee,
The tear blinket in her eye;
'The ladys of Edinburgh city,
They neither milch goats nor kie.' |
