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I wadna lea' my lowland lad
For a’ your goud an’ gear, Donald;
Sae tak' your plaid, and o’er the hill,
An’ stay nae langer here, Donald.
Hand awa, bide awa, &c.
My Jamie is a gallant youth,
I lo’e hut him alane, Donald;
And in honnie Scotland’s isle,
Like him there is nane, Donald.
Haud awa, hide awa,
Hand awa frae me, Donald;
What care I for a your wealth,
An’ a’ that ye can gi’e Donald ?
He wears nae plaid, nor tartan hose,
Nor garters at his knee, Donald;
But oh ! he wears a faithfu’ heart,
And love hlinks in his e’e, Donald.
Sae haud awa, hide awa,
Come nae nair at e’en, Donald;
I wadna break my Jamie’s heart,
To he a Highland queen, Donald.
HE’S OWER THE HILLS THAT I
LO’E WEEL.
chorus
He’s ower that I lo'e weel,
He’s ower the hills we darena name,
He’s ower the hills ayont Dumblane,
Wha soon will get his welcome hame.
