"Haste, Donald, Duncan, Dugald, Hugh,
Haste, tak your sword and spear;
We'll gar these traytors rue the hour
That e'er they ventured here."140
The Highlandmen drew their claymores,
And gae a warlike shout;
But Johnie's merry men kept the yett,
Nae ane durst venture out.
The lovers rade the lee-lang night,145
And safe got on their way;
And Bonny Baby Livingstone
Has gotten Johny Hay.
"Awa, Glenlyon! fy for shame!
Gae hide you in some den;150
You've latten your bride be stown frae you,
For a' your armed men."
THE BROOM OF COWDENKNOWS.
Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, iii. 37. For other versions, see Bonny May, Herd's Scottish Songs, i. 159, and Johnson's Museum, p. 113; Broom o' the Cowdenknowes, Buchan, i. 172; Laird of Ochiltree, Kinloch, 160; Laird of Lochnie, Kinloch, 167.
O the broom, and the bonny bonny broom,
And the broom of the Cowdenknows!
And aye sae sweet as the lassie sang,
I' the bought, milking the ewes.
The hills were high on ilka side,5
An' the bought i' the lirk o' the hill,
And aye, as she sang, her voice it rang,
Out o'er the head o' yon hill.