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66 LIZIE LINDSAY. |
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" Ye're welcome hame, young Donald ;
Ye're welcome hame to me; Ye're welcome hame, young Donald,
And your bonny young lady wi' ye."
She's made them a bed of green rashes, w "Weel cover'd wi' hooding o' grey;
Bonny Lizie was weary wi' travelling, And lay till 'twas lang o' the day.
" The sun looks in o'er the hill-head,
And the laverock is liltin' gay ; «
Get up, get up, bonny Lizie,
You've lain till its lang o' the day.
" You might ha'e been out at the shealin,
Instead o' sae lang to lye, And up and helping my mother 65
To milk baith her gaits and kye."
Then out spak Lizie Lindsay,
The tear blindit her eye ; " The ladies o' Edinburgh city
They neither milk gaits nor kye." n
Then up spak young Sir Donald,
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