"I lo'e Brown Adam weel," she said; "I trew sae does he me; I wadna gie Brown Adam's love For nae fause knight I see."-- 40 Out has he ta'en a purse o' gowd, Was a' fou to the string, "O grant me love for love, ladye, And a' this sall be thine."-- "I lo'e Brown Adam weel," she says; 45 "I wot sae does he me: I wadna be your light leman, For mair than ye could gie."-- Then out he drew his lang bright brand, And flash'd it in her een; 50 "Now grant me love for love, ladye, Or thro' ye this sall gang!"-- Then, sighing, says that ladye fair, "Brown Adam tarries lang!"-- Then in and starts him Brown Adam, 55 Says--"I'm just at your hand."-- He's gar'd him leave his bonny bow, He's gar'd him leave his brand, He's gar'd him leave a dearer pledge-- Four fingers o' his right hand. 60 LIZIE LINDSAY. Complete copies of this pretty ballad are given in Buchan's _Ballads of the North of Scotland_, ii. 102, and in Whitelaw's _Book of Scottish Ballads_, p. 51. The latter we have printed with the present version, which, though lacking a stanza or two, is better in some respects than either of the others.--Robert Allan has made a song out of this ballad, Smith's _Scottish Minstrel_, ii. 100. "Transmitted to the Editor by Professor SCOTT of Aberdeen, as it was taken down from the recitation of an old woman. It is very popular in the north-east of Scotland, and was familiar to the editor in his early youth; and from the imperfect recollection which he still retains of it, he has corrected the text in two or three unimportant passages." JAMIESON'S _Popular Ballads_, ii. 149. "Will ye go to the Highlands, Lizie Lindsay, Will ye go to the Highlands wi' me? Will ye go to the Highlands, Lizie Lindsay, And dine on fresh cruds and green whey?" Then out spak Lizie's mother, 5 A good old lady was she, "Gin ye say sic a word to my daughter, I'll gar ye be hanged high." "Keep weel your daughter frae me, madam; Keep weel your daughter frae me; 10 I care as little for your daughter, As ye can care for me." Then out spak Lizie's ain maiden, A bonny young lassie was she; Says,--"were I the heir to a kingdom, 15 Awa' wi' young Donald I'd be." "O say you sae to me, Nelly? And does my Nelly say sae? Maun I leave my father and mother, Awa' wi' young Donald to gae?" 20 And Lizie's ta'en till her her stockings, And Lizie's ta'en till her her shoen; And kilted up her green claithing, And awa' wi' young Donald she's gane.