"She'll shake your barn, and win your corn, And gang to kiln and mill, O; She'll saddle your steed in time o' need, And draw aff your boots hersell, O." "I'll learn your lassie to read and write, And I'll put her to the scheel, O; She shall neither need to saddle my steed, Nor draw aff my boots hersell, O. "But wha will bake my bridal bread, Or brew my bridal ale, O; And wha will welcome my bonnie bride Is mair than I can tell, O." Four-and-twenty gentlemen Gaed in at the yetts of Drum, O: But no a man has lifted his hat, When the Leddy o' Drum cam' in, O. "Peggy Coutts is a very bonny bride, And Drum is big and gawsy; But he might hae chosen a higher match Than ony shepherd's lassie!" Then up bespak his brither John, Says, "Ye've done us meikle wrang, O; Ye've married ane far below our degree, A mock to a' our kin, O." "Now haud your tongue, my brither John; What needs it thee offend, O? I've married a wife to work and win, And ye've married ane to spend, O. "The first time that I married a wife, She was far abune my degree, O; She wadna hae walked thro' the yetts o' Drum, But the pearlin' abune her bree, O, And I durstna gang in the room where she was, But my hat below my knee, O!" He has ta'en her by the milk-white hand, And led her in himsell, O; And in through ha's and in through bowers,-- "And ye're welcome, Leddy Drum, O." When they had eaten and well drunken, And a' men boun for bed, O, The Laird of Drum and his Leddy fair, In ae bed they were laid, O. "Gin ye had been o' high renown, As ye're o' low degree, O, We might hae baith gane doun the street Amang gude companie, O." "I tauld ye weel ere we were wed, Ye were far abune my degree, O; But now I'm married, in your bed laid, And just as gude as ye, O. "For an I were dead, and ye were dead, And baith in ae grave had lain, O; Ere seven years were come and gane, They'd no ken your dust frae mine, O." * * * * * LIZIE LINDSAY. "Will ye gae to the Hielands, Lizie Lindsay, Will ye gae to the Hielands wi' me? Will ye gae to the Hielands, Lizie Lindsay, And dine on fresh curds and green whey?" Then out it spak' Lizie's mither, An' a gude auld leddy was she: "Gin ye say sic a word to my daughter, I'll gar ye be hangit hie!" "Keep weel your daughter for me, madam; Keep weel your daughter for me. I care as leetle for your daughter As ye can care for me!" Then out spak' Lizie's ain maiden, An' a bonnie young lassie was she; "Now gin I were heir to a kingdom, Awa' wi' young Donald I'd be." "O say ye sae to me, Nelly? And does my Nelly say sae? Maun I leave my father and mither, Awa' wi' young Donald to gae?" And Lizie's ta'en till her her stockings, And Lizie's taen till her her shoon, And kilted up her green claithing, And awa' wi' young Donald she's gane.