my collierddie

“whare live ye, my boniess?

and tell me what they ca' ye;”

“my name,” she says, “is mistress jean,

and i follow the collierddie.”

“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 collierddie.

“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 collierddie.”

“and ane to wait, c.