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And views his flock around him,
All feeding in the plain.
There he tum'd, his Pipe sac sweetly,
Which cheard the heart that's sad,
For his only wish is to be bliss'd
Wi Jean and tartan Plaid.
and sae weel, &c.
Beneath the bonny hawthorn,
That blooms in the glen.
I'll meet him in the gloman,
Far far frae trants and men,
Ill meet him in the gloman
Our hearts will then be glad,
For he kens the way sae nicely,
To row me in his Plaid.
and sae weel, &c.
A lad wi' muckle siller,
May to his lover ride,
And praise her charms wi' artfull wiles,
To win her to be his Bride.
But commend me to the hawthorn,
Where cheek to cheek is laid,
While the praises O' his heart to be,
Beneath his Tarten Plaid.
and sae weel, &c.
