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LIZIE LINDSAT. |
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Then out spak Lizie's mother, s
A good old lady was she, " Gin ye say sic a word to my daughter,
I'll gar ye be hanged high."
" Keep weel your daughter frae me, madam ;
Keep weel your daughter frae me ; w
I care as little for your daughter,
As ye can care for me."
Then out spak Lizie's ain maiden,
A bonny young lassie was she ; Says,—" were I the heir to a kingdom, u
Awa' wi' young Donald I'd be."
" O say you sae to me, Nelly ?
And does my Nelly say sae ? Maun I leave my father and mother,
Awa' wi' young Donald to gae ? " 20
And Lizie's ta'en till her her stockings, And Lizie's ta'en till her her shoen;
And kilted up her green claithing,
And awa' wi' young Donald she's gane.
The road it was lang and weary; 25
The braes they were ill to climb;
Bonny Lizie was weary wi' travelling, And a fit furder coudna win. |
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