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6 THE HIGHLAMD PLAID.

Lowland lassie, wilt thou go Where the hiils are clad wi' snow; VVhere, beneath the icy steep. The hardy shepherd tends his sheep; I'll nor wae shad thee betide. When row'd within my Highland plaid.

Soon the voice of cheerie Spring Will gar our plantings ring; Soon our bonnie heather braes Will put on their summer clues: On the mountain's sunnie side, We'll lean us on my Highland plaid.

When the summer spreads the flowers, Busks the glen in leafy bowers, Then we'll seek the caller shade, Lean us on the primrose bed: While the burring hours preside. I’ll screen thee wi’ my Highland plaid.

Then we'il leave the sheep and goat, I will launch the bonnie boat, Skim the loch in cantie glee, Rest the oars to pleasure thee: