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I'd tak young Donald without trews,
With bonnet blue and belted plaidie.
O my bonnie, &c.
The brawest beau in burrows town,
In a' his airs with art made ready,
Compared to him, he's but a clown,
He's finer far in's tartan plaidie.
O my bonnie, &c.
O'er benty hills with him I'll run,
And leave my Lawland kin and daddie;
Frae winter's cauld, and simmer's sun,
He'll screen me with his Highland plaidie.
O my bonnie, &c.
A painted room, and silken bed,
May please a Lawland laird and lady;
But I can kiss, and be as glad,
Behind a bush, in's Highland plaidie.
O my bonnie, &c.
Few compliments between us pass,
I ca' him my dear Highland laddie;
And he ca's me his Lawland lass,
Syne rows me in beneath his plaidie.
O my bonnie, &c.
Nae greater joy I'll e'er pretend,
