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BARBARA. LIVINGSTON.
When they cam to Linlyon's yetts,
And lichtit on the green, Every ane spak Earse to her,—
The tears cam trickling down.
When they went to bed at nicht,
To Linlyon she did say, " Och and alace ! a weary nicht,
Oh! but it '* lang till day."
" Your father's steed 'a in my stable, He 's eating corn and hay,
And you 're lying in my twa arms; What need you lang for day ? "
" If I had paper, pen, and ink,
And candle for to see, I would write a lang letter
To my love in Dundee."
They brocht her paper, pen, and ink,
And candle for to see, And she did write a lang letter
To her love in Dundee.
When he cam to Linlyon's yetts,
And lichtit on the green; But lang or he wan up the stair
His love was dead and gane.
Woe be to thee, Linlyon, An ill death may thou die !
Thou might hae ta'en anither woman, And let my ladv be. |
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