LORD LIVINGSTON.
From Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, ii. 39.
It fell about the Lammas time,
When wightsmen won their hay;
A' the squires in merry Linkum,
Went a' forth till a play.
They play'd until the evening tide,5
The sun was gaeing down;
A lady thro' plain fields was bound,
A lily leesome thing.
Two squires that for this lady pledged,
In hopes for a renown;10
The one was call'd the proud Seaton,
The other Livingston.
"When will ye, Michaell o' Livingston,
Wad for this lady gay?"
"To-morrow, to-morrow," said Livingston,15
"To-morrow, if you may."
Then they hae wadded their wagers,
And laid their pledges down;
To the high castle o' Edinbro'
They made them ready boun'.20