my collier laddie
“whare live ye, my bonie lass?
and tell me what they ca' ye;”
“my name,” she says, “is mistress jean,
and i follow the collier laddie.”
“my name, she says, &c.
“see you not yon hills and dales
the sun shines on sae brawlie;
they a' are mine, and they shall be thine,
gin ye'll leave your collier laddie.
“they a' are mine, &c.
“ye shall gang in gay attire,
weel buskit up sae gaudy;
and ane to wait on every hand,
gin ye'll leave your collier laddie.”
“and ane to wait, &c.