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LIZAE BAILLIB. |
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" My bonny Lizae Baillie,
Let nane o' these things daunt ye ;
Te'll hae nae need to card or spin, u
Your mither weel can want ye."
Now she's cast aff her bonny shoen,
Made o' the gilded leather, And she's put on her highland brogues,
To skip amang the heather: ao
And she's cast aff her bonny gown,
Made o' the silk and sattin, And she's put on a tartan plaid,
To row amang the braken.
She wadna hae a Lawland laird, a
Nor be an English lady ; But she wad gang wi' Duncan Graeme,
And row her in his plaidie.
She was nae ten miles frae the town, "When she began to weary ; so
She aften looked back, and said, " Farewell to Castlecarry.
" The first place I saw my Duncan Graeme,
Was near yon holland bush ; My father took frae me my rings, es
My rings but and my purse. |
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