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17 Frae winter's cauld and summer's sun, He'll screen me wi' his tartan plaidie. O my bonnie, &c.

A painted room, and silken bed, May please a Lawland laird and lady; But I can kiss, and be as glad, Behind a bush in's tartan plaidie. O my bonnie, &c.

Few compliments between us pass; I ca' him my dear Highland laddie, And he ca's me his Lawland lass, Syne rows me in beneath his plaidie. O my bonnie, &c.

Nae greater joy I'll e'er pretend, Than that his love prove true and steady, Like mine to him, which ne'er shall end, While Heav'n preserves my Highland laddie. O my bonnie, &c.

With sorrow and repentance true, Father, I trembling come to you; I know I've too indulgent been To one, but oh! forgive the sin. To one whom still I love, tho he Ungrateful proves, and false to me; Then let me on my knees confess How I've been tempted to transgress.