Bonny Lizie Bailie/Bonny Lizie Bailie

BONNY LIZIE BAILIE.

IT fell upon the Lambass-tide,
when the leaves were fresh and green,
Lizie Bailie’s to Gartartan gone,
to see her sister Jean.

She had not been long in Gartartan,
even but a little while,
Till luck and fortune happen’d to her,
and she went to the Isle.

And when she went unto the Isle,
she met with Duncan Graham;
So bravely as he courted her,
and he convoy’d her hame.

My bonny Lizie Bailie,
I'll row thee in my plaidie,
If thou wilt go along with me,
and be my Highland Lady.

If I would go along with you,
they’d think I were not wife,
For I can neither milk cow nor ewe,
nor yet can I speak Earse;

Hold thy tongue bonny Lizie Bailie,
and hold thy tongue, said he,
For any thing that thou dost lack,
my dear I will learn thee.

She would not have a lowland laird,
that wears the high heel’d shoes;
But she will marry Duncan Graham,
for Duncan he wears trews.

She would not have a gentleman,
a farmer in Kilsyth,
But she would have the Highlandman
that lives into Montieth.

She would not have the Lowlandman,
nor yet the English Laddie,
But she would have the Highlandman
to row her in his plaidie.

He took her by the milk-white hand,
and he convoy’d her hame,
And still she thought both night and day
on bonny Duncan Graham.

O my bonny Duncan Graham,
why should you me miscarry,
For if you have a love for me,
we’ll meet at Castle-Carry.

As I came in by Denny-bridge,
and by the Holland-bush,
My mother took from me my clothes,
my rings, ay, and my purse.

Hold your tongue my mother dear,
for that I do not care ;
For I will go with Duncan Graham,
though I should ne’er get mair.

For first when I met Duncan Ghraham,
I met with meikle joy,
And mony a pretty Highlandman,
was there at my convoy.

And now she is gone through the muir,
and he is through the glen:
O my bonny Lizie Bailie,
when will we meet again ?

Shame light on these logar-heads,
that lives in Castle-Cary,
That let away the bonny Lass,
the Highlandman to marry.

O bonny Lizie stay at hame,
thy mother cannot want thee,
For any thing that thou dost want,
my dear, I’ll surely grant thee.

I would not give my Duncan Graham
for all my father’s land,
Although he had three lairdships mair,
and all at my command.

Now she’s cast aff her silken gown,
that she wore in the Lowlands,
And she’s up to the Higland hills,
to wear the gowns of tartans.

And she's cast aff her high heel’d shoes,
was made of oiled leather ;
And she’s up to the Highland hills,
to gang among the heather.

And she’s cast aff her high heel’d shoes,
put on a pair of laigh ones,
And she's away with Duncan Graham,
to go amang the brechans :

O my bonny Lizie Bailie,
thy mother cannot want thee;
And if thou go with Duncan Graham,
there’ll be a Killicrankie.

Hold your tongue my mother dear,
with your folly let me be,
Should I not fancy Duncan Graham,
’fore all the men I see.

Who is it that has done this turn ?
or who hath done this deed ?
A minister it’s, father, she says,
lives at the Red Burn-bridge.

A minister, daughter, he says,
a minister for mister;
O hold your tongue my father dear,
he marry’d first my sister.

So fare you well my daughter dear,
so dearly as I love thee ;
Since thou wilt go with Duncan Graham,
thou'lt get no gear from me.

O fare you well my father dear,
also my sister Betty :
O fare you well my mother dear
I leave you all completely.