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The Highland Plaid.
Lowland lassie, wilt thou go,
Whare the hills are clad wi' snow;
Whare beneath the icy steep,
The hardy shepherd tends his sheep;
Ill nor wae shall thee betide,
I'll row thee in my Highland plaid.
Whare the hills are clad wi' snow;
Whare beneath the icy steep,
The hardy shepherd tends his sheep;
Ill nor wae shall thee betide,
I'll row thee in my Highland plaid.
Soon the voice o' cheery spring,
Will gar our birken plantings ring;
Soon our bonny heather braes,
Will put on their simmer claes;
On the mountains sunny side
We'll lean us on my Highland plaid.
Will gar our birken plantings ring;
Soon our bonny heather braes,
Will put on their simmer claes;
On the mountains sunny side
We'll lean us on my Highland plaid.
When the simmer spreads the flow'rs,
Basks the glens in leafy bow'rs,
Then we'll seek the caller shade,
Lean us on the primrose bed,
While the burning hours preside,
I'll screen thee wi' my Highland plaid.
Basks the glens in leafy bow'rs,
Then we'll seek the caller shade,
Lean us on the primrose bed,
While the burning hours preside,
I'll screen thee wi' my Highland plaid.
Then we'll leave the sheep an' goat,
I will launch the bonny boat,
Skim the loch in canty glee,
Rest the oars to pleasure thee,
When chilly breezes sweep the tide,
I'll hap thee wi' my Highland plaid.
I will launch the bonny boat,
Skim the loch in canty glee,
Rest the oars to pleasure thee,
When chilly breezes sweep the tide,
I'll hap thee wi' my Highland plaid.
