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72 LIZZIE LINDSAY. |
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" O haud your tongue, Sir Donald, m
0 haud your tongue I pray ;
I wish I had ne'er left my mother,
1 can neither make curds nor whey."
" Rise up, rise up, bonnie Lizzie,
And put on your satins so fine; w
For we maun to be at Kincassie
Before that the clock strikes nine."
But when they came to Kincassie
The porter was standing by;— " Ye're welcome home, Sir Donald, m
Ye've been so long away."
It's down then came his auld mither,
With all the keys in her hand, Saying, " Take you these, bonnie Lizzie,
All under them's at your command." |
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