Birks of Aberfeldy/Highland Laddie

by Anonymous

HIGHLAND LADDIE.

Oh where, tell me where is your Highland Laddie gone,
Oh where, tell me where is your Highland Laddie gone,
He is gone with streaming banners, where noble deeds are done,
And its oh in my heart but I wish him safe at home.

O what, tell me what did your Highland Laddie wear,
O what &c.
A bonnet with a lofty plume, the gallant badge of war,
And a plaid across his manly breast, that soon will wear a star.

O where, tell me where did your Highland Laddie stay,
O where &c.
He dwelt beneath the Holly-tree, beside the rapid Spey,
And mony a blessing followed him that day he gaed away.

Ah suppose, ah suppose that some cruel cruel wound
Should pierce your Highland Laddie's breast and all your hopes confound;
The pipes should play a cheerful strain, the banners round him fly,
And the spirit of a Highland chief should glister in his eye.
The pipes &c.
And for his King and Country dear, with pleasure he will die.

But I hope yet to see him in Scotland's bonny bounds,
But I hope
His native land of liberty will nurse his glorious wounds
While wide through all the Highland hills his warlike name resounds.