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The English and Scottish Popular Ballads

Edited by Francis James Child.

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256

Lizie Lindsay

LIZIE LINDSAY—A

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a. Jamieson-Brown MS., Appendix, p. ii, as sent Jamieson by Professor Scott of Aberdeen, June 9, 1805. b. Jamieson's Popular Ballads, 1806, II, 149, “transmitted to the editor by Professor Scott of Aberdeen, as it was taken down from the recitation of an old woman,” but “corrected” from Jamieson's recollection in two or three passages.

[OMITTED]

1

Out it spake Lizee Linzee,
The tear blinket in her ee;
How can I leave father and mother,
Along with young Donald to gae!

2

Out spoke Lizee's young handmaid,
A bonny young lassie was she;
Said, Were I heress to a kingdom,
Along with young Donald I'd ga.

3

‘O say ye so to me, Nelly?
O say ye so to me?
Must I leave Edinburgh city,
To the high Highland to gae?’

4

Out spoke Lizie's own mother,
A good old lady was she;
If you speak such a word to my dochter,
I'll gar hang [you] hi.

5

‘Keep well your dochter from me, madam,
Keep well your dochter fa me;
For I care as little for your dochter
As ye can care for me.’

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6

The road grew wetty and dubby,
And Lizee began to think lang;
Said, I wish had staid with my mother,
And nae wi young Donald had gane.

7

‘You'r welcome hame, Sir Donald,
You'r thrice welcome to me;
You'r welcome hame, Sir Donald,
And your young lady you wi.’

8

[OMITTED]
[OMITTED]
‘Ye call na me Sir Donald,
But ca me Donald your son.’

9

‘Rise up, Lizee Linzee,
You [have] lain too long in the day;
Ye might have helped my mother
To milch her goats and her kie.’

10

Out it spake Lizee Linzee,
The tear blinket in her eye;
‘The ladys of Edinburgh city,
They neither milch goats nor kie.’