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Lowland lassie wilt thou go

Where the hills are clad wi‘ snow;

Where beneath the icy steep,

The hardy shepherd tends his sheep?

Ill nor wae shall thee betide,

When row‘d within my Highland Plaid.

Soon the voice of cheery spring

Will gar a' our plantins ring;

Soon our bonnie heather braes,

Will put on their simmer claes;

On the mountains sunnie side,

We'll lean us on my Highland Plaid.

When the summer spreads the flowers,

Busks the glens in leafy bowers,

Then we'll seek the cauler shade,

Lean us on the primrose bed:

While the burning hours preside,

I'll screen thee wi' my Highland Plaid.

Then we'll leave the sheep and goat,

I will launch the bonny boat,

Skim the loch in cantie glee,

Rest the oars to pleasure thee;