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The law’and lads think they are fine. but Oh  and idle gaudy; How much unlike the and manly looks of my high and laddie?

O my bonny, bonny highland laddie, My handſome charming highland laddie, May Heaven guard love and reward, The lowland laſs and her highland laddie

If I were free at will to chuse. to be the wealthiest lowland lady; I’d take young Donald trows with bonnet blue and belted plaidie. &c.

The braveſt beau in borrows-town, in a’ his airs, which art made ready, Compar’d to him he’s but a clown; he’s finer far in his tartan plaidie. &c

O’er benty hills with him I’ll run, and leave my lawland kin and dady Frae winter’s cauld and ſummer’s fun, he’ll me wi’ his tartan pladie. &c

A printed room, and ſilken bed,