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THE HIGHLAND PLAID.
Lowland lassie, wilt thou go
Where the hills are clad wi' snow,
Where, beneath the icy steep,
The hardy shepherd tends his sheep?
Ill nor wae shall thee betide,
When row'd within my Highland plaid.
Where the hills are clad wi' snow,
Where, beneath the icy steep,
The hardy shepherd tends his sheep?
Ill nor wae shall thee betide,
When row'd within my Highland plaid.
Soon the voice of cheery Spring
Will gar a' our plantings ring:
Soon our bonny heather braes
Will put on their simmer claes;
On the mountain's sunny side,
We'll lean us on my Highland plaid.
Will gar a' our plantings ring:
Soon our bonny heather braes
Will put on their simmer claes;
On the mountain's sunny side,
We'll lean us on my Highland plaid.
When the summer spreads the flow'rs,
Busks the glens in leafy bow rs,
Then we'll seek the caller shade,
Lean us on the primrose bed;
While the burning hours preside,
I'll screen thee wi' my Highland plaid.
Busks the glens in leafy bow rs,
Then we'll seek the caller shade,
Lean us on the primrose bed;
While the burning hours preside,
I'll screen thee wi' my Highland plaid.
Then we'll leave the sheep and goats
I will launch the bonny boat,
I will launch the bonny boat,
