Francis James Child

“ There'll be na ither een hae a share.
'Sae gae to the Hielands, my lassie,
O gae awa happy wi me;
O gae to the Hielands, Lizie Lindsay,
And hird the wee lammies wi me.'
'O how can I gae wi a stranger,
Oure hills and oure glens frae my hame?'
'I tell ye I am Donald Macdonald;
I'll ever be proud o my name.'
Doun cam Lizie Lindsay's ain father,
A knicht o a noble degree ”

“ My name I'll never deny.'
Doun cam Lizie Lindsey's father,
A revrend auld gentleman was he:
'If ye steal awa my dochter,
Hie hanged ye sall be.'
He turned him round on his heel
And [a] licht lauch gied he ”

“ Fan they came to Carnusie, an even to the glen,
Out came the old day:
'Ye'r welcom home, Sir Donall, ye'r welcom home,
An that fair creatur ye we.'
'Caa na me mare Sir Donald,
Bat caa me Donall, yer son,
An I'll caa ye my mother,
An caa me Donall, yer son:'
The words wer spoken in Ears,
Lissie she had nean.
'Gett us a supper of cruds,
[A supper of cruds] an green whay,
An a bed of the best of yeer rushes,
Besids a covering of gray.'
Lissy Lindsy bieng weary,
She lay over long in they day:
'Win up, Lissy Lindsy,
Ye haa layen our lang in the day ”

“ But in great policie.'
He was nae in Edinbruch citie
But a twalmont an a day,
When a' the young lairds an the ladies
Went forth to sport an play:
There was nane like Lizzy Lindsay,
She was baith gallan an gay. ”

“ The tear in her eay;
'I wiss I wer in Edenbrugh citty,
I cann milk eus nor kay.'
'Hold your toung, Lissie Lindsy,
An dou not freat on me,
For I will haa ye back to Edenbrugh citty,
Nou we grait safity.'
Out spak Lissie Lindsy,
The tear in her eay;
'If I wer in Edenbrugh citty,
They woud think littel of me.'
He touk her by the milk-white hand,
Some other forest to vue;
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Fan they came to Carnusy, out came Donal's father,
A gay old knight was he ”

“ An out spak he;
'Fat wad ye think of me if I wad gae to Edinbrugh citty
An bring this fair creatur we me?'
'If ye gae to Edinbrugh city
An bring this fair creatur we the,
Bring her home we ne flatry,
But by grait policy.'
Fan he came to the Netherbou,
Elisa Lindsy for to see,
She drank we him a bottel of cherry,
And bare him gued company.
'Will ye goo to the Hillands we me, Lisee?
Will ye go to [the] Hillands we me?
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