In cam' the young laird o' Kincassie, 5 An' a bonnie young laddie was he-- "Will ye lea' yere ain kintra, Lizzie, An' gang to the Hielands wi' me?" She turned her roun' on her heel, An' a very loud laughter gaed she-- 10 "I wad like to ken whar I was ganging, And wha I was gaun to gang wi'." "My name is young Donald M'Donald, My name I will never deny; My father he is an auld shepherd, 15 Sae weel as he can herd the kye! "My father he is an auld shepherd, My mother she is an auld dame; If ye'll gang to the Hielands, bonnie Lizzie, Ye's neither want curds nor cream." 20 "If ye'll call at the Canongate port, At the Canongate port call on me, I'll give you a bottle o' sherry, And bear you companie." He ca'd at the Canongate port, 25 At the Canongate port called he; She drank wi' him a bottle o' sherry, And bore him guid companie. "Will ye go to the Hielands, bonnie Lizzie, Will ye go to the Hielands wi' me? 30 If ye'll go to the Hielands, bonnie Lizzie, Ye shall not want curds nor green whey." In there cam' her auld mither, A jolly auld lady was she-- "I wad like to ken whar she was ganging, 35 And wha she was gaun to gang wi'." "My name is young Donald M'Donald, My name I will never deny, My father he is an auld shepherd, Sae weel as he can herd the kye! 40 "O but I would give you ten guineas, To have her one hour in a room, To get her fair body a picture To keep me from thinking long." "O I value not your ten guineas, 45 As little as you value mine; But if that you covet my daughter, Take her with you, if you do incline." "Pack up my silks and my satins, And pack up my hose and my shoon, 50 And likewise my clothes in small bundles, And away wi' young Donald I'll gang." They pack'd up her silks and her satins, They pack'd up her hose and her shoon, And likewise her clothes in small bundles, 55 And away with young Donald she's gane. When that they cam' to the Hielands, The braes they were baith lang and stey; Bonnie Lizzie was wearied wi' ganging-- She had travell'd a lang summer day. 60 "O are we near hame, Sir Donald, O are we near hame, I pray?" "We're no near hame, bonnie Lizzie, Nor yet the half o' the way." They cam' to a homely poor cottage, 65 An auld man was standing by; "Ye're welcome hame, Sir Donald, Ye've been sae lang away."