THE Highlandmen hae a' come down,
They've a' come down almost,
They've stowen away the bonny lass,
The Lady of Arngosk.
They hae put on her petticoat,
Likewise her silken gown;
The Highland man he drew his sword,
Said, Follow me ye's come.
Behind her back they've tied her hands,
An then they set her on;
'I winna gang wi you,' she said,
'Nor ony Highland loon.'