'Dugall Quin,' The Old Lady's Manuscript Collection, No 27.
| 1 |
Dugall Quin came to the toun,
An he's ben lang awaa,
An he is one to Lissie's bed,
Tartan, trues, an a'. |
| 2 |
'Hou wad ye leak me, Lisie,' he says,
'Gin that I war yer ain,
We raged cot apon my back,
An singel-soled sheen,
A littel we bonnet on my head,
An tua merry wenking ean?' |
| 3 |
'Well wad I leak ye, Dugall,' she says,
'Gin that ye war my ain,
We ragged coat upon yer back,
An singel-soled sheen,
A littel we bonnet on yer head,
An tua merry wenking eyn. |
| 4 |
'Hou wad ye leak me, Dugall,' she says,
'Gin I wer yer ain,
We silken sneed upon my head,
An gold fann in my hand,
An madins ning, a' clead in green,
To be att my comand?' |
| 5 |
'Well wad I leak ye, Lisie,' he says,
'Gin ye wer my ain,
We silken sneed upon yer head,
An a goud fan in yer hand,
An madins nine, a' clad in green,
To be att yer command. |
| 6 |
'Follou me nou, Lisie,' he says,
'Follou me throu Farie,
An reap the boddoms of my pakets,
An ye'll gett tempeng chiss of farei.' |
| 7 |
Outspak her father, says,
Lissie, I widna wish ye,
For gin ye gay we this young man
They will say I ha bat lost ye. |
| 8 |
'O had yer toung, my father dear,
For a' that winne brake me;
For I will gaa we this young man,
Since it's his will to take me.' |
| 9 |
'Follou me nou, Liss,' he says,
'An follou me throu Farie,
An reap the boddom of my poket,
An ye'll gett tempeng chess of farie.' |
| 10 |
'Wea matt worth yer well-fared face,
Alas that ever I saa ye!
The first an thing that ever ye gaa to me
Was the tempen chess of farie.' |
| 11 |
Dugall Quin read doun the toun,
Upon Dumfarling's horses,
An Lisie Meanes folloued him,
For a' her father's forces. |
| 12 |
'Follou me nou, Lisie,' he says,
'An follou me our Boggie;
I ill make ye lady of ning mills,
An lady of bonny Garlog .' |
| 13 |
She has folloued her trou-love
[An folloued him] our Boggie,
An she has marred Dugall Quin,
An lives belou Strathbogy. |
