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Frae winter's cauld and simmer's sun,
He'll screen me wi‘ his highland plaidie
O my bonny, &c.
A painted room, and silken bed,
May please a Lawland laird and lady;
But I can kiss, and be as glad,
Behind a bush, in's Highland plaidie.
O my bonny, &c.
Few compliments between us pass;
I ca' him my dear Highland laddie,
And he ca's me his Lawland lass,
Syne rows me in beneath his plaidie.
O my bonny, &c.
Nae greater joy I'll e'er pretend,
Than that his love prove true & steady,
Like mine to him, which ne'er shall end,
While heaven preserves my Highland laddie.
O my bonny, &c.
PRAY GOODY.
Pray, Goody, please to moderate the
rancour of your tongue,
