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My Mary, dear departed shade!
Where is thy place of blissful rest?
Seest thou thy lover lowly laid?
Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?
THE HIGHLAND LADDIE.
The Lawland lads think they are fine,
But O! they're vain and idle gaudy;
How much unlike the gracefu' mien,
And manly looks of my Highland laddie.
O my bonnie Highland laddie,
My handsome, charming Highland laddie:
May heaven still guard, and love reward,
The lawland lass and her Highland laddie.
If I were free at will to choose,
To be the wealthiest Lawland lady,
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, wi' art made ready,
Compar'd to him, he's but a clown,
He's finer far in's tartan plaidie.
O my bonnie, &c.
O'er benty hill wi' him I'll run,
And leave my Lawland kin and daddie;
