The road it was lang and weary; 25 The braes they were ill to climb; Bonny Lizie was weary wi' travelling, And a fit furder coudna win. And sair, O sair did she sigh, And the saut tear blin'd her e'e; 30 "Gin this be the pleasures o' looing, They never will do wi' me!" "Now, haud your tongue, bonny Lizie; Ye never shall rue for me; Gi'e me but your love for my love, 35 It is a' that your tocher will be. "And haud your tongue, bonny Lizie; Altho' that the gait seem lang, And you's ha'e the wale o' good living Whan to Kincawsen we gang. 40 "There my father he is an auld cobler, My mother she is an auld dey; And we'll sleep on a bed o' green rashes, And dine on fresh cruds and green whey." "You're welcome hame, Sir Donald, 45 You're welcome hame to me." "O ca' me nae mair Sir Donald; There's a bonny young lady to come; Sae ca' me nae mair Sir Donald, But ae spring Donald your son." 50 "Ye're welcome hame, young Donald; Ye're welcome hame to me; Ye're welcome hame, young Donald, And your bonny young lady wi' ye." She's made them a bed of green rashes, 55 Weel cover'd wi' hooding o' grey; Bonny Lizie was weary wi' travelling, And lay till 'twas lang o' the day. "The sun looks in o'er the hill-head, And the laverock is liltin' gay; 60 Get up, get up, bonny Lizie, You've lain till its lang o' the day. "You might ha'e been out at the shealin, Instead o' sae lang to lye, And up and helping my mother 65 To milk baith her gaits and kye." Then out spak Lizie Lindsay, The tear blindit her eye; "The ladies o' Edinburgh city They neither milk gaits nor kye." 70 Then up spak young Sir Donald, * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "For I am the laird o' Kincawsyn, And you are the lady free; And * * * * * * * * * * * LIZZIE LINDSAY. "This version of _Lizzie Lindsay_ is given from the recitation of a lady in Glasgow, and is a faithful transcript of the ballad as it used to be sung in the West of Scotland." WHITELAW'S _Book of Scottish Ballads_, p. 51.--A very good copy, from Mr. Kinloch's MS., is printed in Aytoun's _Ballads of Scotland_, i. 269, (_Donald of the Isles_.) There was a braw ball in Edinburgh And mony braw ladies were there, But nae ane at a' the assembly Could wi' Lizzie Lindsay compare.