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It's true, my dear lassie, our dangers were great,
We fought for our King, our country and state,
For to keep our plaids, because they are new,
That the Scotch may for-ever wear bonnets so blue.
We fought for our King, our country and state,
For to keep our plaids, because they are new,
That the Scotch may for-ever wear bonnets so blue.
THE
LOVELY LASS OF INVERNESS.
The lovely Lass of Inverness,
nae joy nor pleasure can she see,
For e'en and morn, she cries, Alas!
and ay the saut tear blinds her e'e.
nae joy nor pleasure can she see,
For e'en and morn, she cries, Alas!
and ay the saut tear blinds her e'e.
Drumossie-muir, Drumossie-day,
a waefu' day it was to me!
For there I lost my father dear,
my father dear, and brethren three!
a waefu' day it was to me!
For there I lost my father dear,
my father dear, and brethren three!
Their winding-sheet the bludy clay!
their graves are growing green to see;
And by them lies the dearest lad,
that ever blest a woman's e'e.
their graves are growing green to see;
And by them lies the dearest lad,
that ever blest a woman's e'e.
Now wae to thee, thou creel Lord!
a bludy man I true thou be;
For many a heart thou ha' made fair,
that ne'er did wrang to thine or thee.
a bludy man I true thou be;
For many a heart thou ha' made fair,
that ne'er did wrang to thine or thee.
