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 While he abroad doth rove, The Highland Lad I love, May he be preſerv'd from all harms; Succeſs his ſteps attend, Till Providence him ſend Safe again back to my arms.

If in battle he be ſlain, All pleaſure I'll diſdain, I'll rove quite diſtracted and mad; There's none to eaſe my care, The loſs I cannot bear Of my bonny, bonny Highland lad,

Firſt when my Love I'd ſeen, One day in Aberdeen, My ſenſes were raviſhed quite! He was proper, ſtraight and tall, The comelieſt of them all: He's my only joy and delight!

I near unto him drew, His bonnet it was blue, He was dress'd in his tartans and plaid: A captive I became, And think it is no ſhame, For my bonny, bonny Highland Lad!