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THE HIGHLAND LADDIE.
The lawland lads think they are fine,
But O! they're vain and idly gaudy;
How much unlike the gracefu' mien,
And manly looks of my Highland laddie.
O my bonnie Highland laddie,
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 choose,
To be the wealthiest Lawland lady,
I'd tak young Donald without trews,
With bonnet blue and belted plaidie.
O my bonny, &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 bonny, &c.
O'er benty hill wi‘ him I'll run,
And leave my lawland kin and daddie,
