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Then we'll leave the sheep and goat,
I will launch the bonny boat,
Skim the loch wi' canty glee,
Rest the oars to pleasure thee;
When chily breezes sweep the tide,
I'll hap thee wi' my Highland plaid.
I will launch the bonny boat,
Skim the loch wi' canty glee,
Rest the oars to pleasure thee;
When chily breezes sweep the tide,
I'll hap thee wi' my Highland plaid.
Lowland lads may dress mair fine,
Woo in words mair saft than mine;
Lowland lads hae mair of art,
A' my boast's an honest heart,
Whilk shall ever be my pride;
O row thee in my Highland plaid.
Woo in words mair saft than mine;
Lowland lads hae mair of art,
A' my boast's an honest heart,
Whilk shall ever be my pride;
O row thee in my Highland plaid.
Bonny lad, ye've been sae leal,
My heart would break at our farewell;
Lang your love has made me fain,
Take me, take me for your ain!
'Cross the Frith, away then glide,
Young Donald and his Lowland bride.
My heart would break at our farewell;
Lang your love has made me fain,
Take me, take me for your ain!
'Cross the Frith, away then glide,
Young Donald and his Lowland bride.
