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My Jamie is a gallant youth—
I lo'e but him alane, Donald;
And in bonnie Scotland's Isle,
Like him there is nane, Donald.
Haud awa', bide awa',
Haud awa' frae me, Donald;
What care I for a' your wealth,
And a' that ye can gi'e, Donald?
He wears nae plaid nor tartan hose,
Nor garters at his knee, Donald;
But, oh! he wears a faithfu' heart,
And love blinks in his e'e, Donald.
Sae baud awa', bide awa',
Come nae mair at e'en, Donald;
I wadna break my Jamie's heart,
To be a Highland queen, Donald.
FINIS.
