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and set a' the gentry a laughing at me,
They're book-taught in manner baith auld and young o' them,
but we ken little o' that in the hills o' Glenshee
They're book-taught in manner baith auld and young o' them,
but we ken little o' that in the hills o' Glenshee
They would say look ye at him wi' his Highland lady,
set up for a sale in a window so high,
Roll'd up like a witch in a hamely spun plaidie,
and pointing towards the lass o' Glenshee.
Do not dream o' sic stories but come up behind me,
ere Phœbus goes round my sweet bride thou shalt be,
This night in my arms I'll doat you sae kindly,
she smil'd and consented, I took her wi' me.
set up for a sale in a window so high,
Roll'd up like a witch in a hamely spun plaidie,
and pointing towards the lass o' Glenshee.
Do not dream o' sic stories but come up behind me,
ere Phœbus goes round my sweet bride thou shalt be,
This night in my arms I'll doat you sae kindly,
she smil'd and consented, I took her wi' me.
Now years hae gane round since we busked thegither,
and seasons have changed, but nae changes wi' me,
She's ay as gay as the fine summer weather,
when Boreas blaws shrill on the hills o' Glenshee.
To meet wi' my Jeanie away I would venture,
she's sweet as the echoes that ring o'er the lee,
She's spotless and pure us the robes in the winter,
when laid out to bleach on the hills of Glenshee.
and seasons have changed, but nae changes wi' me,
She's ay as gay as the fine summer weather,
when Boreas blaws shrill on the hills o' Glenshee.
To meet wi' my Jeanie away I would venture,
she's sweet as the echoes that ring o'er the lee,
She's spotless and pure us the robes in the winter,
when laid out to bleach on the hills of Glenshee.
