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  Misty are the glens, and the dark hills sae cloudy, O That aye seem’d sae blythe wi’ my dear Highland laddie, O.

The blac-berrie banks now are lonesome and dreary, O, Muddy are the streams that gush’d dawn sae clearly, O, Silent are the rocks that echoed sae gladly O, The wild-melting strains o’ my dear Highland laddie O.

He pu’d me the crawberry ripe fraa the boggie fen He pu’d me the strawberry ripe frae the foggie glen, He pu’d me the rowan frae the wild steep fae gaudy O, So loving and kind was my dear Highland laddie, O.

Fareweel, my ewes, and fareweel, my doggie, O. Fareweel, ye kowes, row cheerless and scroggie, O, Fareweel Glenfeech my mammy and my daddie, O, I will lea’ you a’ for my dear Highland laddie, O.

One morning very early,
 * one morning in the spring,