IT fell about the Lambmass Tide
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When the Leaves were fresh & green,
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Lizie Bailie is to Gartartain
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to see her Sister Jean.
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She had not been in Gartartain,
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even but a little while,
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Till Luck and Fortune happen'd her,
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and she went to the Isle,
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And when she went into the Isle,
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She met with Duncan Grahame,
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So bravely as he courted her,
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and he convey'd her hame:
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My bonny Lizie Bailie
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I'll row thee in my Pladie,
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If thou will go along with me
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and be my Highland Lady.
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If I would go along with thee
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I think I were not Wise,
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For I cannot milk Cow nor Ewe,
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nor yet can I speak Erse.
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Hold thy Tongue bonny Lizie Bailie,
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and hold thy Tongue, said he.
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For any thing that thou does lack
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My Dear I'll learn thee.
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She would not have a Low-land Laird
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he wears the h[i]gh-heel'd Shoes.
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[?]he will Ma[?]ry [?] Graham ats
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[?]or Dunc[an] wears his Trews:
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She would not have a Gentleman.
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a Farmer in Kilsyth,
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But she would have the Highland-man,
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he lives into Monteith:
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She would not have the Low-land man,
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nor yet the English Laddie.
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But she would have the Highland man,
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to row her in his Pladie.
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He took her by the milk-white han[d]
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and he convoy'd her hame,
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And still she thought both Night and Day
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on bonny Duncan Grahame
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O bonny Duncan Grahame
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why should ye me miscarry
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For if you have a love for me
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we'll meet at Castle carry.
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As I came in by Dennie Bridge,
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and by the Holland-Bush,
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My Mother took from me my Cloaths
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my Rings ay and my Purse,
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Hold your Tongue my Mother Dear,
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for that I do not care;
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For I will go with Duncan Grahame
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tho' I should ne'r get mair:
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For first when I met Duncan Grahame
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I met with meikle Joy,
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And many Pretty High-land Men
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was there at my Convoy.
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