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BY MOONLIGHT ON THE GREEN.
By moonlight on the green,
Where lads and lasses stray,
How sweet the blossom'd bean?
How sweet the new made hay?
But not to me so sweet,
The blossoms on the thorn,
As when my lad I meet,
More fresh than May day morn.
chorus.
Give me the lad so blythe and gay
Give me the tartan plaidie;
For, spite of all the wise can say,
I'll wed my highland laddie.
My bonny highland laddie,
My bonny highland laddie,
My bonny, bonny, bonny, bonny,
bonny Highland laddie.
His skin is white as snow,
His e'en are bonny blue,
Like rose-bud sweet his mou
When wet wi' morning dew.
Young Will is rich and great,
And fain wou'd ca' me his;
