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Down by yon ſhady grove, One day I chanc'd to rove, To pass the dull hours away: Beneath a myrtle ſhade, I ſpy'd a lovely maid, On her ſpinnet ſhe ſweetly did play, To yield me more delight, This charming Lady bright, In concert the ſung, very ſad, Unhappy maid am I, That ſure of love muſt die, For my bonny Highland Lad.

I drew a little near, The better for to hear, And this charming creature ſung My Love has cross'd the ſea; Alas! he's gone from me, This charming comely young man. His lovely air and mien, May well deſerve a Queen, Altho' that his fortune is bad: But yet I hope to ſee, My love before I die; Oh! my bonny, bonny Highland Lad.