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PLAID AMANG THE HEATHER.

wind blew hie o'er muir and lea,

dark and stormy grew the weather,

rain rain'd sair among the heather,

my love's plaid amang the heather.

O my bonny highland laddie,

My winsome, weelsar'd highland laddie,

Wha wad mind the wind and rain,

Sae weel row't in his tartan plaidie.