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 "Hold your tongue, ye young Earl Hume,

O dear but you do speak right gaudie;

There's nae a lord in a' the south,

Dare e'er compete wi' a Highland laddie."

Then he rade five miles through the north,

Through mony hills sae rough and scroggie,

Till they came down to a low glen,

And ho lay down wi' bonnie Peggy.

Then he enclosed her in his arms,

And row'd her in his tartan plaidie;

"There are blankets and sheets in my father's house,

How havo I lien down wi'a Highland laddie!"

Says he, "There are sheep in my father's fauld,

And every year their wool is ready;

By the same our debts we pay,

Although I be but a Highland laddie.

"Thero are fifty cows in my father's byre,

That all are tyed to the stakes, and ready;

Five thousand pounds I ha'e ilk year,

Although I be but a Highland laddie.

"My father has fifty well shod horse,

Besides your steed and my grey naigie;

I'm Donald o' the Isle o' Sky,

Why may not you be ca'd a lady?

"See ye not yon fino castle,

On yonder hill that stands sae gaudie;

And there we'll win this very night,

Where ye'll enjoy your Highland laddie."