The Lament of Flora M'Donald/The Yellow-Hair'd Laddie
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THE YELLOW HAIR'D LADDIE.
The yellow hair'd laddie sat down on yon brae,
Cried, milk the ewes, Lassie, let name o' them gae;
And ay as she milked, she merrily sang,
The yellow-hair'd laddie shall be my gudeman.
And ay as she milked, &c.
Cried, milk the ewes, Lassie, let name o' them gae;
And ay as she milked, she merrily sang,
The yellow-hair'd laddie shall be my gudeman.
And ay as she milked, &c.
The weather is cauld, and my claithing is thin,
The ewes are new clipt; and they winna bught in;
They winna bught in, altho' I should die;
My yellow hair'd laddie be kind unto me,
They winna bught, &c.
The ewes are new clipt; and they winna bught in;
They winna bught in, altho' I should die;
My yellow hair'd laddie be kind unto me,
They winna bught, &c.
The guidwife cries butt the house, Jenny come ben,
The cheese is to mak, and the butter's to kirn;
Tho' butter and cheese, and a' should e'er sour,
I'll crack and kiss wi' my love ae lang half hour.
It's ae lang half hour, and we se e'en mak it three,
For the yellow hair'd laddie my gudeman shall be.
The cheese is to mak, and the butter's to kirn;
Tho' butter and cheese, and a' should e'er sour,
I'll crack and kiss wi' my love ae lang half hour.
It's ae lang half hour, and we se e'en mak it three,
For the yellow hair'd laddie my gudeman shall be.