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Frae winter’s cauld and summer’s sun. He’ll screen me wi’ his tartan plaidie. 0 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. 0 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. 0 my bonnio, &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’ ho Ungrateful proves, and false to me ; Then let me on my knees confess How I've been' tempted to transgress.
