Lindsay

Now Lindsay he has taken to the road, straight to the North he'll steer With his face and a fiddle in his pack, he'll make a living it's clear He's well met with a peddler group, and a chance to a chance at the Inn He's called to the rail, and he's taken the fife, and he's careful to stick to the tune

Now all through the night they fiddle and fife, for the dancers have taken to the floor They neither one took a pipe or a glass, or a lass while the music was on They played up through the markets and fairs, till a glance to the north they've come And there they met Black Janet De'Willie, who sang as she rattled a drum

Now Lindsay's asked Black Janet to dance, and ye never saw so bonny a pair She has taken him firm by the hand, and she's kicked to the top of the stair "Here", she said, "is a fine feather bed, where a man be weary or creel May step for me against Strathspey, Wi' me lute and the tune in his ears

Now Janet was as good as her word, Lindsay has proven his worth May ye all have so merry a dance if ever ye come to the north

Now Lindsay he has taken to the road, straight to the Northhill still With his face and a fiddle in his pack, he'll make a living its clear He's well met with a peddler group, and a chance to a chance at the Inn He' called to the rail, and he's taken the fife, and he's careful to stick to the tune