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 Brogues and brochen, and a', Brochen and brogues, and a'. Sac up wi' the bonny blue bannet, The kilt and the feather and a'.

I a wee and winsome lass, Steady to my tether; Siller I hae nane nor brass, But heart as light's a feather; The tartan plaid is a' my pride, In it's defence who'd hammer on, Alane shall huckle to his bride, Merry Maggy Cameron.

A laird aince said he lo'ed me weel, And his bride would mak me; But, said I to try the chiel, To the kirk then tak me; But the loon, when kirk I'd name, Excuse began to stammer on: I box'd his lugs and wha could blame, Merry Maggy Cameron.

Sandy Campbell 'tis I lo'e. He's baith blythe and braw, man;