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⟨We⟩ will return where we began,
but either strut or strife
⟨Same⟩ Memoire doth take her leave,
she’ll last no more, we see;
⟨I⟩ grant that I may not Him grieve,
to think no more of me
My dear Highland Laddie,
⟨BLYTHE⟩ was the time when he seed wi'
my father O,
happy were the times when we herded
we together, O,
⟨sweet⟩ were the hours when he row’d me
in his plaiddie O,
⟨and⟩ vow’d to be mine, my dear highland
laddie O.
⟨But⟩ ah! waes me, wi' their sodgeren so
gaudy O,
⟨The⟩ Laird’s taen awa my braw highland
laddie, O;
⟨Misty⟩ are the glens and the dark hills are
cloudy, O,
⟨That⟩ aye seem’d sae blythe wi’ my dear
highland laddie O.
⟨The⟩ blaeberry banks now are lonesome and
dreary, O,
⟨Muddy⟩ are the streams that gush'd down
sae clearly.
