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"Hold your tongue, ye young Earl Hume,
O dear but you do speak right gaudie;
There's nae a lord in a' the south,
Dare e'er compete wi' a Highland laddie."
Then he rade five miles through the north,
Through mony hills sae rough and scroggie,
Till they came down to a low glen,
And ho lay down wi' bonnie Peggy.
Then he enclosed her in his arms,
And row'd her in his tartan plaidie;
"There are blankets and sheets in my father's house,
How havo I lien down wi'a Highland laddie!"
Says he, "There are sheep in my father's fauld,
And every year their wool is ready;
By the same our debts we pay,
Although I be but a Highland laddie.
"Thero are fifty cows in my father's byre,
That all are tyed to the stakes, and ready;
Five thousand pounds I ha'e ilk year,
Although I be but a Highland laddie.
"My father has fifty well shod horse,
Besides your steed and my grey naigie;
I'm Donald o' the Isle o' Sky,
Why may not you be ca'd a lady?
"See ye not yon fino castle,
On yonder hill that stands sae gaudie;
And there we'll win this very night,
Where ye'll enjoy your Highland laddie."
