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 Highland plaid.

Lowland lassies way deers mair fine, was no words affair saft than mine: Lowland lads hae sair of art, A' my bontt's and honest heart, Whilk tha ever ha my pride, O row me in my highland plaid.

Bonnie lad, ye've been so leal, My heart would break at our fareweel; Lang your love has made me fain, Tak me—tak me for vohr ain ‘Cross the Fritlf, away they glide, Young Donald and his Lowland bride.

HIE BONNIE LASSIE.

Hie bonnie lassie blink over the burn, And if ypur flocks wander I’ll gie them a turn, Sae happy as we'll he on yonder green shade, If ye’ll be my dawtie, and sit in my plaid.

A ewe and twa lammies is a my hale stock. But I’ll sell a lammie out o‘ my wee flock,