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16 My Mary, doar departed shade! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rond his broast?

The Lawland lads think they are fine, But O! they're vain and idle gaudy; How much unlike the gracefu' mien, And manly looks of my Highland laddie.

O my bonnie Highland laddio, My handsome, charming Highland laddie; May heaven still guard, and love reward, The lawland lass and her Highland laddie.

If I were free at will to chooso, To be the wealthiest Lawland lady, I'd tak young Donald without trews, With bonnet blue, and bolted plaidie. O my bonnie, &c.

The brawest beau in burrows town, In a' his airs, wi' art made ready, Compar'd to him, he's but a clown, He's finer far in's tartan plaidie. O my bonnie, &c.

O'er benty hill wi' him I'll run, And leave my Lawland kin and daddie;