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Whan Andrew frae Strathbogie gaed / The lift was lowerin dreary, / The sun he wadna raise his heid, / The win' blew laich and eerie.
In's pooch he had a plack or twa -- / I vow he hadna mony, / Yet Andrew like a linty sang, / For Lizzie was sae bonny!
O Lizzie, Lizzie, bonny lassie!
Bonny, saucy hizzy!
What richt had ye to luik at me / And drive me daft and dizzy?
Whan Andrew to Strathbogie cam / The sun was shinin rarely; / He rade a horse that pranced and sprang -- / I vow he sat him fairly!
And he had gowd to spen' and spare, / And a hert as true as ony; / But his luik was doon, his sigh was sair, / For Lizzie was sae bonny!
O Lizzie, Lizzie, bonny hizzy!
Aih, the sunlicht weary!
Ye're straucht and rare -- ye're fause though fair! -- / Hech, auld John Armstrong's deary!