Or will ye walk the lea?
Or will ye gae to the Liddel Bower,
An' rest a while wi' me?"
"The deer lies in the wood, Douglas,
The wind blaws on the lea;
An' when I gae to Liddel Bower
It shall not be wi' thee."
"The stag bells on my hills, Lady,
The hart but and the hind;
My flocks lie in the Border dale,