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Rh Her cousin the Gregarach tell her, Her post no for shentlemans be, And bid her gang aff to the Highlands, And fling awa prison-door key She soon did her biddin for surely, Macgregor will fight wi’ them a’, She kens that she never will starve. While her sword for the spulzie, she’ll draw, O then for the land o’ the heather And O tor the land o’ the brave! For there’s ne’er a man need he fastin’, Wha taks frae his neighbours that have.

Whenever she land in the Highlands The loons wi’ the red coats be there, They wastin’ to catch the Macgregor, But to seek her— they didna ken where: So they grippet hersel’, Dougal Creature, And draggit her wi them to gang; But she wadna betray the Macgregor. Afore she do that, she be hang. Then hey for the heart that is true, Gude luck to the sword in the hand, He’s nae worth a sneeshin that wadna Beside you in jeopardy stand,

But Dougal got five gowden guineas, Do show them whar Gregarach stood; And faith she did lead them a dance, To lilt out o’t the best way they could. For there was the Lady Macgregor, Wi’ mony a braw kitted lad,