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My Mary, doar departed shade!
Where is thy place of blissful rest?
Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ?
Hear'st thou the groans that rond his broast?
THE HIGHLAND LADDIE.
The Lawland lads think they are fine,
But O! they're vain and idle gaudy;
How much unlike the gracefu' mien,
And manly looks of my Highland laddie.
O my bonnie Highland laddio,
My handsome, charming Highland laddie;
May heaven still guard, and love reward,
The lawland lass and her Highland laddie.
If I were free at will to chooso,
To be the wealthiest Lawland lady,
I'd tak young Donald without trews,
With bonnet blue, and bolted plaidie.
O my bonnie, &c.
The brawest beau in burrows town,
In a' his airs, wi' art made ready,
Compar'd to him, he's but a clown,
He's finer far in's tartan plaidie.
O my bonnie, &c.
O'er benty hill wi' him I'll run,
And leave my Lawland kin and daddie;
