Seraphim/My Dear Highland Laddie

by Robert Tannahill

For other versions of this work, see The Dear Highland Laddie O.

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MY DEAR HIGHLAND LADDIE, O.

Blythe was the time who be see'd wi' my father, O,
Happy were the days when we herded thegither, O,
Sweet were the hours when he row't me in his plaidie, O,
An' vow't to be mine, my dear Highland laddie, O.

But ah, was me! wi' their sodg'ring sae gaudy, O,
The laird's wyst awa' my braw highland laddie, O;
Mitty are the glens, and the dark hills sae cloudy, O,
That aye seem'd sae blythe wi' my dear Highland laddie, O.

The blaeberry banks are now lonesome and drearie, O,
Muddy are the streams that gush'd down sae clearly, O,
Silent are the rocks that school melody, O,
The wild-melting strains o' my dear. Highland laddie, O.

Oh! love is like the morning, sae gladsome and bonnie, O,
Till winds fa' a storming and clouds lower sae rainy, O,
As name in winter droops, withering sae sadly, O,
Sae lang may I mourn for my dear Highland laddie, O.

He pu'd me the crawberry ripe from the boggie fen,
He pu'd me the strawberry, red frae the foggie glen,
He pu'd me the town frae the will stepe sae giddy, O,
Sae loving and kind was my dear Highland laddie, O.

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