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and set a' the gentry a laughing at me
They're book-taught in manner baith old and young o' them,
but we ken little of that in the hills o' Glenshee
They're book-taught in manner baith old and young o' them,
but we ken little of that in the hills o' Glenshee
They would say look ye at him wi' his Highland lady.
set up for a sale in a window so high,
Roll'd up like a witch in a humbly pun plaidie,
and pointing towards the lass o Glenshee.
Do not dream o' sic stories but come up behind me
ere Phœbus goes round my sweet bride thou shalt be,
This night in my arme I'll doat you rae kindly,
she smil'd and consented, I took her wi' me.
set up for a sale in a window so high,
Roll'd up like a witch in a humbly pun plaidie,
and pointing towards the lass o Glenshee.
Do not dream o' sic stories but come up behind me
ere Phœbus goes round my sweet bride thou shalt be,
This night in my arme I'll doat you rae kindly,
she smil'd and consented, I took her wi' me.
Now years has gane round since we busked thegither
and seasons have changed, but nae chaoges wi' me,
She's ay as gay as the fine summer weather,
when Boreas bloww shrill on the hills o' Glenshee.
To meet wi' my Jeanie away I would venture,
she's sweet as the echoes that ring o'er the lee,
She's spotless and pure us the robes in the winter,
when laid out to bleach on the hills of Glenshee.
and seasons have changed, but nae chaoges wi' me,
She's ay as gay as the fine summer weather,
when Boreas bloww shrill on the hills o' Glenshee.
To meet wi' my Jeanie away I would venture,
she's sweet as the echoes that ring o'er the lee,
She's spotless and pure us the robes in the winter,
when laid out to bleach on the hills of Glenshee.
