Poem by Carolina Oliphant, Lady Nairne

The Heiress

Gaelic Air — "Mo Leannan Faluich."

I'll no be had for naething,
I'll no be had for naething,
I tell ye, lads, that's ae thing,
So ye needna follow me.

Oh! the change is most surprising;
Last year I was plain Betty Brown;
Now to my hand they're a' aspiring,
The fair Eliza I am grown!

But I'll no be had for naething,
I'll no be had for naething,
I tell ye, lads, that's ae thing,
So ye needna follow me.

Oh! the change is most surprising,—
Nane o' them e'er look'd at me;
Now my charms they're a' admiring,
For my sake they're like to dee!

But I'll no be had for naething,
I'll no be had for naething,
I tell ye, lads, that's ae thing,
So ye needna follow me.

The laird, the shirra, and the doctor,
And twa-three lords o' high degree;
Wi' heaps o' writers I could mention,
Surely, sirs, it is no me!

But I'll no be had for naething,
I'll no be had for naething,
I tell ye, lads, that's ae thing,
So ye needna follow me.

But there is ane, when I had naething,
A' his heart he gied to me;
And sair he toiled, to mak' a wee thing,
To gi'e me when he cam frae sea.

Sae I'll no be had for naething,
I'll no be had for naething,
I tell ye, lads, that's ae thing,
So ye needna follow me.

And if e'er I marry ony,
He will be the lad for me;
For, oh, he was baith gude and bonny,
And he thocht the same o' me.

Sae I'll no be had for naething,
I'll no be had for naething,
I tell ye, lads, that's ae thing,
So ye needna follow me.

1. Songs of My Native Land
2. Rest Is Not Here
3. My Bonnie Hieland Laddie
4. Hey the Rantin' Murray's Ha'
5. Fareweel, O Fareweel!

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