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Frae winter's cauld and summer's gun,
He'll soreen me wi' his tartan 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 tartan 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,
Than that his love prove true and steady,
Like mine to him, which ne'er shall end,
While Heav'n preserves my Highland laddie.
O my bonnie, &c.
THE CONFESSION.
With sorrow and repentance true,
Father, I trembling come to you;
I know I've too indulgent been
To one, but oh! forgive the sin.
To one whom still I love, tho' he
Ungrateful proves, and false to me;
Then let me on my knees confess
How I've been tempted to transgress.
