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 ahall 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 ahall 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 simmer spreads the flower's.
Busk's the glen in leafy bowr's,
Then we'll seek thee caller shade,
Lean us on the primrose bed:
While the burning hours preside.
I'll screen thee wi' my Highland plaid,
Busk's the glen in leafy bowr's,
Then we'll seek thee caller shade,
Lean us on the primrose bed:
While the burning hours preside.
I'll screen thee wi' my Highland plaid,
