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.