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 Silent are the rocks that echo'd sae gladly,

O.

The wild strains of my dear highland

laddie. O,

Oh! Love is like the morning, sae gladsome

and bonny, O

Till winds fa' a storming, and clouds low'r

sae rainy, O;

As nature, in winter, drropsdrops [sic] withering sae

sadly, O,

Sae lang may I morn for my dear highland

laddie, O.

He pu’d me the the [sic] crawberry ripe frae the

boggie fen,

He pu'd me the strawberry red frae the

boggie glen,

He pu’d me the rowan frae the wild steep

sae giddy, O,

Sae loving and kind was my dear highland

laddie, O.

Farewel my ewes an’ farewel my doggie, O

Farewel ye knows, now fae cheerless and

scroggi [sic], O;

Faetwel, Glenfeoch, my mammy and my

daddie, O,

How can I live without my dear highland

laddie, O!