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 That ance seem'd so blythe wi' my dear Highland Laddie O.

The blae-berry banks are now lonesome and dreary O,

Muddy are the streams that gush'd down sae clearly O,

Silent are the rocks that re-echoed sae gladly O,

To the wild melting strains of my dear Highland Laddie O.

But farewell my ewes and farewell my doggie O,

Farewell ye knowes now sae lanesome and scroggy O,

Farewell Glenfeoch my mammy and my daddy O.

O, a‘ can I leave but my dear Highland Laddie O.





Thou art gane awa, thou art gane awa,

Thou art gane awa from me Mary;

Nor friends nor I could make thee stay;

Thou hast cheated them and me Mary.

Until this hour I never thought

That ought could airer thee Mary;

Thou'rt still the mistress of my heart,

Think what you will of me Mary.

Whate‘er he said or might pretend,