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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.
