Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/Bonnie Laddie, Highland Laddie

Bonnie Laddie, Highland Laddie.

Where hae ye been a' the day, Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie?Saw ye him that's far away, Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie?On his head a bonnet blue, Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie;Tartan plaid and Highland trews, Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie.

When he drew his gude braidsword,Then he gave his royal word,That frae the field he ne'er wad flee,But wi' his friends wad live and dee.

Weary fa' the Lawland loonWha took frae him the British croun;But blessings on the kilted clansThat fought for him at Prestonpans.

Geordie sits in Charlie's chair,Deil tak him gin he bide there;Charlie yet shall mount the throne,Weel ye ken it is his own.