When that they cam' to the Hielands,
The braes they were baith lang and stey;
Bonnie Lizzie was wearied wi' ganging—
She had travell'd a lang summer day.60
"O are we near hame, Sir Donald,
O are we near hame, I pray?"
"We're no near hame, bonnie Lizzie,
Nor yet the half o' the way."
They cam' to a homely poor cottage,65
An auld man was standing by;
"Ye're welcome hame, Sir Donald,
Ye've been sae lang away."
"O call me no more Sir Donald,
But call me young Donald your son;70
For I have a bonnie young lady
Behind me for to come in."
"Come in, come in, bonnie Lizzie,
Come in, come in," said he,
"Although that our cottage be little,75
Perhaps the better we'll 'gree.
"O make us a supper, dear mother,
And make it of curds an' green whey;
And make us a bed o' green rushes,
And cover it o'er wi' green hay."80
"Rise up, rise up, bonnie Lizzie,
Why lie ye so long in the day;
Ye might ha'e been helping my mother
To make the curds and green whey."
"O haud your tongue, Sir Donald,85
O haud your tongue I pray;
I wish I had ne'er left my mother,
I can neither make curds nor whey."