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O what, tell me what did your Highland Laddie wear,O what &c.A bonnet with a lofty plume, the gallant badge of war, And a plaid across his manly breast, that soon will wear a star.
O where, tell me where did your Highland Laddie stay, O where &c. He dwelt beneath the Holly-tree, beside the rapid Spey, And mony a blessing followed him that day he gaed away.
Ah suppose, ah suppose that some cruel cruel woundShould pierce your Highland Laddie's breast and all your hopes confound; The pipes should play a cheerful strain, the banners round him fly, And the spirit of a Highland chief should glister in his eye. The pipes &c. And for his King and Country dear, with pleasure he will die.
But I hope yet to see him in Scotland's bonny bounds, But I hope His native land of liberty will nurse his glorious wounds While wide through all the Highland hills his warlike name resounds.
