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RICHIE STORIE. |
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" Ribands ye maun wear, madame,
Ribands ye maun wear, madame ;
With the bands about your neck
O' the goud that shines sae clear, madame." 20
" I'll lie ayont a dyke, Richie, I'll lie ayont a dyke, Richie ; And I'll be aye at your command And bidding, whan ye like, Richie."
O he's gane on the braid braid road, 25
And she's gane through the broom sae bonnie, Her silken robes down to her heels, And she's awa' wi' Richie Storie.
This lady gaed up the Parliament stair,
Wi' pendles in her lugs sae bonnie; so
Mony a lord lifted his hat,
But little did they ken she was Richie's lady.
Up then spak the Erie o' Home's lady;
" Was na ye richt sorrie, Annie,
To leave the lands o' bonnie Cumbernauld, ss
And follow Richie Storie, Annie ? "
" O what need I be sorrie, madame,
O .what need I be sorrie, madame ?
For I've got them that I like best,
And was ordained for me, madame." «
" Cumbernauld is mine, Annie, Cumbernauld is mine, Annie ; And a' that's mine, it shall be thine, As we sit at the wine, Annie." |
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