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 18 Rest the oars to pleasure thee; When chilly breezes sweep the tide, wo I'll hap thee wi' my Highland plaid. Lowland lads may dress mair fine, Woo in words mair saft than mine ; Lowland lads ha'e mair of art, And may boast an honest heart Whilk shall ever be my pride, O row thee in my Highland plaid Bonnie lad, ye've been sae leal, My heart would break at our farewell, Lang your love has made me fain, Take me-take me for your ain ! 'Cross the Firth, away they glide, Young Donald and his Lowland bride.

BRAVE LEWIE ROY. Brave Lewie Roy was the flower o' our Highlandmen Tall as the oak on the lofty Benvoirlich, Fleet as the light bounding tenants of Fillin-glen, Dearer than life to his lovely neen voiuch. Lone was his biding, the cave of his hiding, When forced to retire with our gallant Prince Charlie Though manly and fearless, his bold heart was cheerless Away from the lady he aye loved so dearly. But woe on the blood-thirsty mandates of Cumberland Woe on the blood-thirsty gang that fulfilled them! Poor Caledonia ! bleeding and plundered land, Where shall thy children now shelter and shield them