The Sentimental Songster/My Dear Highland Laddie, O
MY DEAR HIGHLAND LADDIE, O.
Blythe was the time when he fee'd wi' my father, O,
Happy were the days when we herded thegither,
Sweet were the hours when he row't me in his plaidie, O,
An’ vow’t to be mine, my dear Highland laddie, O.
But ah, waes me! wi’ their sodg’ring sae gaudy, O,
The laird’e wyst awa’ my braw Highland laddie, O;
Misty are the glens, and the dark hills sae cloudy, O,
That aye seem’d sae blythe wi’ my dear Highland laddie, O.
The blaeberry banks are now lonesome and drearie, O,
Muddy are the streams that gush’d down sae clearly, O,
Silent are the rocks that echoed sae gladly, O,
The wild-melting strains o’ my dear Highland laddie, O.
Oh! love is like the morning, sae gladsome and bonnie, O,
Till winds fa’ a storming, and clouds lower sae rainy, O,
As nature in winter droops, withering sae sadly, O,
Sae lang may I mourn for my dear Highland laddie, O.
He pu’d me the crawberry ripe frae the boggie fen,
He pu'd me the strawberry, red frae the foggie glen,
He pu'd me the rowan frae the wild steep sae giddy, O,
Sae loving and kind was my dear Highland laddie, O.