HAUD AWA FRAE ME, DONALD.
Haud awa, bide awa,
Haud awa frae me, Donald;
What care I for a’ your wealth,
And a’ that' ye can gie Donald?
I wadna lea my lowland lad,
For a’ your goud an’ gear, Donald,
Sae tak your plaid, and o’er the hill,
And stay nae langer here, Donald.
Haud awa, bide awa, &c.
My Jamie is a gallant youth—
I loe but him alane, Donald;
And in bonny Scotland’s isle,
Like him there is nane, Donald.
Haud awa, bide awa,
Haud awa frae me, Donald;
What care I for a’ your wealth,
An a’ that ye can gi’e, Donald?
He wears nae plaid, nor tartan hose,
Nor garters at his knee, Donald;
But O he wears a faithfu’ heart,
And love blinks in his e’e, Donald.
Sae haud awa, bide awa,
Come nae mair at e’en, Donald;
I wadna break my Jamie’s heart,
To be a Highland Queen, Donald.