From a Note-Book of Joseph Robertson, January, 1830,
No. 6; derived from John Hill Burton.
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There dwalt a lass in the South Countrie,
Lizzy Lindsay called by name,
And many a laird and lord sought her,
But nane o them a' could her gain. |
| 2 |
Out spoke the heir o Kinkawsie,
An down to his fader spoke he;
'Fat would ye think o me, fadther,
Fat would ye think o me,
To go to Edinburgh city,
Bring hame Lizzy Lindsay wi me?' |
| 3 |
Out and spoke his auld modther,
An auld revrend lady was she;
'Court her wi nae fause flatterie,
But in great policie.' |
| 4 |
He was nae in Edinbruch citie
But a twalmont an a day,
When a' the young lairds an the ladies
Went forth to sport an play:
There was nane like Lizzy Lindsay,
She was baith gallan an gay. |
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'Will ye go to the Hielans, Lizzy Linsay?
Will ye go to the Hielans wi me?
If ye'll go to the Hielans, Lizz[y] Linsay,
I'll gar ye get crouds an green whey.' |
| 6 |
'How can I go to the Hielans?
Or hoo will I go with thee?
I dinna ken whaar I'm going,
Or fa 'tis I would go wi.' |
| 7 |
'My fadther he is an auld couper,
My modther a brave auld dey;
If ye'll go to the Hieland[s], Lizzy Linsay,
I'll gar ye get cruds and green whey.' |
| 8 |
Out it spoke Lizzy's best maiden,
A wat a fine creature was she;
'Tho I were born heir till a crown,
It's young Donald that I would go wi.' |
| 9 |
'Oh say ye sae to me, Nelly?
Oh say ye sae to me?
Will I cast off my fine gowns and laces,
An gae to the Highlans him wi?' |
| 10 |
She's putten her hand in her pocket,
She's taen out ten guineas roun:
'And that wad I gie to thee, Donald,
To stay but ae hour i my room,
Till I get your fair pictur painted,
To haud me unthought lang.' |
| 11 |
'I care as little for your guineas
As you can care for mine;
But gin that ye like my fair face,
Then gae wi me, if that ye incline.' |
| 12 |
Out it spak Lizzy's auld mither,
I wite a fine lady was she;
'Gin I hear you speak sae to my daughter,
I vow I'se cause them hang thee.' |
| 13 |
He turned about on his heel,
And a loud, loud laughter gae he:
'They are not in Edinburgh city,
I trow, that dare hamg me. |
| 14 |
'But an ye come to the Canongate-Port —
An there ye'll be sure to see me —
Bring wi ye a bottle of sherry,
I'll bear you good company.' |
| 15 |
They sought all Edinboro citie,
They sought it roun an roun,
Thinkin to fin Lizzy Lindsay,
But awa to the Highlans she's gane. |
| 16 |
Whan they came to the shielin,
Out bespoke the ould dye;
'You're welcome home, Sir Donald,
Lang hae we been thinkin for thee.' |
| 17 |
'Ye'll call nae mair Sir Donald,
Ye'll call me nae sic thing;
But ye'se be my auld mither,
And I'se be Donald your sin. |
| 18 |
'Ye'll mak for us a supper,
A supper o cruds and green whey,
And likewise a bed o green rashes,
For Lizzy and I to ly.' |
| 19 |
She's made for them a supper,
A supper o cruds and why,
And likewise a bed o green rashes,
For Lizzy and him to ly. |
| 20 |
But Donald rose up i the mornin,
The rest o his glens to spy;
It was to look for his goats,
His goats, his yows, an his kye. |
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But Lizzy, beein wearied wi travel,
She lay till 'twas lang i the day:
'Get up, get up, Lizzy Linsay,
What maks you sae lang for to ly?
You had better been helping my mither
To milk her yews and her kye.' |
| 22 |
But Lizzy drew till her her stockins,
The tears fell down on her eye:
'I wish I were at Edinboro city,
I can neither milk yews nor kye.' |
| 23 |
'Oh hold your tongue, Lizzy Linsay,
Your weepin I mustna be wi;
I'll sen you hame to your mither,
In the greatest o safety.' |
| 24 |
But he has tane her by the han,
And has shewn her the straight way to go:
'An dont you see bonny Kincawsie,
Wher you and I is to ly?' |
| 25 |
Out then comes his old mither,
An twenty brave knichts her wi:
'Y're welcome home, Sir Donald,
Lang hae we been thinkin for thee.' |
| 26 |
Out then comes his old father,
An twenty brave ladies him wi:
'You'r welcome home, Sir Donald,
An that fair creature you wi.' |
| 27 |
He's taken her by the han,
An he's shewn her the straight way in:
'An ye'se be Lady Kincawsie,
An ye'se hae Donal, my sin.' |
