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LIZIE LINDSAT. |
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And sair, O sair did she sigh,
And the saut tear blin'd her e'e; a»
" Gin this be the pleasures o' looing,
They never will do wi' me!"
" Now, haud your tongue, bonny Lizie ;
Ye never shall rue for me; Gi'e me but your love for my love, as
It is a' that your tocher will be.
" And haud your tongue, bonny Lizie ;
Altho' that the gait seem lang, And you's ha'e the wale o' good living
"Whan to Kincawsen we gang. •»
" There my father he is an auld cobler,
My mother she is an auld dey; And we'll sleep on a bed o' green rashes,
And dine on fresh cruds and green whey."
" You're welcome hame, Sir Donald, «
You're welcome hame to me."
" 0 ca' me nae mair Sir Donald;
There's a bonny young lady to come ; Sae ca' me nae mair Sir Donald,
But ae spring Donald your son." ea
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