To the high Highland to gae?"
Out spak Lizzie's own mother,
A good old lady was she,
"If ye speak sic a word to my daughter,
I'll gar hang ye high."
"Keep weel your daughter frae me, madam;
Keep weel your daughter frae me;
I care as little for your daughter,
As ye can care for me."
The road grew wetty and dubby;