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 will return where we began,

but either strut or strife

Memoire doth take her leave,

she’ll last no more, we see;

grant that I may not grieve,

to think no more of me

was the time when he seed wi'

my father O,

happy were the times when we herded

we together, O,

were the hours when he row’d me

in his plaiddie O,

vow’d to be mine, my dear highland

laddie O.

ah! waes me, wi' their sodgeren so

gaudy O,

Laird’s taen awa my braw highland

laddie, O;

are the glens and the dark hills are

cloudy, O,

aye seem’d sae blythe wi’ my dear

highland laddie O.

blaeberry banks now are lonesome and

dreary, O,

are the streams that gush'd down

sae clearly.