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.