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DONALD OF THE ISLES.

"And ye'se get a bonnie blue plaidie,
Wi' red and green stripes through it a';
And I'll be the lord of your dwelling,
And that's the best picture o' a'.

"And I'm laird of a' my possessions,
The king canna boast o' nae mair;
And ye'se hae my true heart in keeping,
There'll no other ane hae a share.

"Sae gae to the Hieland's, my lassie,
O gae awa' happy wi' me;
O gae to the Hielands, Lizzie Lindsay,
And herd the wee lammies wi' me!"

"O how can I gae wi' a stranger,
O'er hills and o'er glens frae my hame?"
"I tell ye I am Donald Macdonald,
I'll ever be proud o' my name."

Down cam' Lizzie Lindsay's ain father,
A knight o' a noble degree;
Says, "If ye do steal my dear daughter,
It's hanged ye quickly shall be!"

On his heel he turned round sae quickly,
And a light lauch he did gie:
"There's nae law in your Edinbruch city
This day than can daur to hang me!"

Then up bespak Lizzie's bower-maiden—
And a bonnie young lassie was she—
"If I had but ae crown in the warld,
It's Donald that I wad gae wi'."

"O Helen, wad ye leave your coffer,
And a' your silk kirtles sae braw,
And gang wi' a puir Hieland laddie,
And leave father, mither, and a'?

"But I think he's a witch or a warlock,
Or something o' that fell degree,
For I'll gae awa' wi' young Donald,
Whatever my fortune may be."