P. 255.
From "The Old Lady's Collection," No 39.
| 1 |
Ther lives a maid in Edinbrugh citty,
Elisa Lindsy they call her by name;
Monye an came to court her,
But a' ther suit was in vain. |
| 2 |
Out spak the hear of Carnusse,
An out spak he;
'Fat wad ye think of me if I wad gae to Edinbrugh citty
An bring this fair creatur we me?' |
| 3 |
'If ye gae to Edinbrugh city
An bring this fair creatur we the,
Bring her home we ue flatry,
But by grait policy.' |
| 4 |
Fan he came to the Netherbou,
Elisa Lindsy for to see,
She drank we him a bottel of cherry,
And bare him gued company. |
| 5 |
'Will ye goo to the Hillands we me, Lisee?
Will ye go to [the] Hillands we me?
. . .
Ye's gett cruds an grean why.' |
| 6 |
Out spak Lissy's mother,
An out spak she;
'If ye say so to my daughter,
[I] swaer I ell gar ye die.' |
| 7 |
'Keep well yer dother, old lady,
Keep well yer dother fra me,
For I care as littel for yer dother
As she dos for me.' |
| 8 |
Out spak Lissie Lindsy,
We the tear in her eay;
'I will gie ye ten gunies,
If ye wad bat sitt in my roum bat a whill
Till I dra you[r] picter,
To mind me on your swit smill.' |
| 9 |
'I care as littel for your ten gunies
As ye dou for mine,
But if ye love my person,
Goo we me if ye inclayn.' |
| 10 |
Fan they came to Carnusie, an even to the glen,
Out came the old day:
'Ye 'r welcom home, Sir Douall, ye 'r welcom home,
An that fair creatur ye we.' |
| 11 |
'Caa na me mare Sir Donald,
Bat caa me Donall, yer son,
An I'll caa ye my mother,
An caa me Donall, yer son:'
The words wer spoken in Ears,
Lissie she had nean. |
| 12 |
'Gett us a supper of cruds,
[A supper of cruds] an green whay,
An a bed of the best of yeer rushes,
Besids a covering of gray.' |
| 13 |
Lissy Lindsy bieng weary,
She lay over long in they day:
'Win up, Lissy Lindsy,
Ye haa layen our lang in the day;
Ye might haa ben out we my mider,
Milken the eus an the kay.' |
| 14 |
Out spak Lissie Lindsy,
The tear in her eay;
'I wiss I wer in Edenbrugh citty,
I cannë milk eus nor kay.' |
| 15 |
'Hold your toung, Lissie Lindsy,
An dou not freat on me,
For I will haa ye back to Edenbrugh citty,
Nou we grait safity.' |
| 16 |
Out spak Lissie Lindsy,
The tear in her eay;
'If I wer in Edenbrugh citty,
They woud think littel of me.' |
| 17 |
He touk her by the milk-white hand,
Some other forest to vue;
. . .
. . . |
| 18 |
Fan they came to Carnusy, out came Donal's father,
A gay old knight was he;
Out cam Donald's father,
An four-an-tuenty him we. |
| 19 |
'Ye 'r welcom, Lissie Lends[y],
Dear welcom to me;
Ye's be Lady Carnusie,
An gett Donal, my son.' |
| 20 |
Out came Donald's mother,
An four-an-tuenty her we:
'Ye'r welcom, my son,
An that fair creatur ye we.' |
524 a, 3d line. Read George Mitchell.
