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 Eight laſſes at the wedding was,

That all for maidens they did paſs,

But ſome I trow they ſup the ſauce,

At ruffling of the breaſt-knot. O, &c.

Their modeſty did them beguile.

For five of eight was got with child,

I think our maids is all run wild,

At dancing of the breaſt-knot   O, &c.

 

lowland lads think they are fine,

but O they're vain and idly gaudy;

How much unlike the graceful mien,

and manly looks of my highland laddie?

O my bonny, bonny highland laddie;

My handſome charming highland laddie;

May Heaven ſtill guard and love 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 in his trows,

with bonnet blue and belted plaidie. &c.

The braveſt beau in borrows-town,

in a' his airs, with art made ready,

Compar'd to him, he's but a clown;

he's finer far in his tartan plaidie, &c.