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 Frae winter's cauld and simmer's sun,

He'll screen me wi‘ his highland plaidie

O my bonny, &c.

A painted room, and silken bed,

May please a Lawland laird and lady;

But I can kiss, and be as glad,

Behind a bush, in's Highland plaidie.

O my bonny, &c.

Few compliments between us pass;

I ca' him my dear Highland laddie,

And he ca's me his Lawland lass,

Syne rows me in beneath his plaidie.

O my bonny, &c.

Nae greater joy I'll e'er pretend,

Than that his love prove true & steady,

Like mine to him, which ne'er shall end,

While heaven preserves my Highland laddie.

O my bonny, &c.

Pray, Goody, please to moderate the

rancour of your tongue,