Classic Poem

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Out it spake Lizee Linzee,
The tear blinket in her ee;
How can I leave father and mother,
Along with young Donald to gae!

Out spoke Lizee's young handmaid,
A bonny young lassie was she;
Said, Were I heress to a kingdom,
Along with young Donald I 'd ga.

" O say ye so to me, Nelly?
O say ye so to me?
Must I leave Edinburgh city,
To the high Highland to gae?"

Out spoke Lizie's own mother,
A good old lady was she;
If you speak such a word to my dochter,
I 'll gar hang [you] hi.

" Keep well your dochter from me, madam,
Keep well your dochter fa me;
For I care as little for your dochter
As ye can care for me."

The road grew wetty and dubby,
And Lizee began to think lang;
Said, I wish had staid with my mother,
And nae wi young Donald had gane.

" You 'r welcome hame, Sir Donald,
You 'r thrice welcome to me;
You 'r welcome hame, Sir Donald,
And your young lady you wi."

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. . . . . . .
" Ye call na me Sir Donald,
But ca me Donald your son."

" Rise up, Lizee Linzee,
You [have] lain too long in the day;
Ye might have helped my mother
To milch her goats and her kie."

Out it spake Lizee Linzee,
The tear blinket in her eye;
" The ladys of Edinb u r gh city,
They neither milch goats nor kie."