"My bonny Lizae Baillie,
Let nane o' these things daunt ye;
Ye'll hae nae need to card or spin,15
Your mither weel can want ye."
Now she's cast aff her bonny shoen,
Made o' the gilded leather,
And she's put on her highland brogues,
To skip amang the heather:20
And she's cast aff her bonny gown,
Made o' the silk and sattin,
And she's put on a tartan plaid,
To row amang the braken.
She wadna hae a Lawland laird,25
Nor be an English lady;
But she wad gang wi' Duncan Græme,
And row her in his plaidie.
She was nae ten miles frae the town,
When she began to weary;30
She aften looked back, and said,
"Farewell to Castlecarry.
"The first place I saw my Duncan Græme,
Was near yon holland bush;
My father took frae me my rings,35
My rings but and my purse.
"But I wadna gie my Duncan Græme
For a' my father's land,
Though it were ten times ten times mair,
And a' at my command."40
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