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O send Lewie Gordon hame,

And the lad I daurna name;

Though his back be at the wa',

Here’s to him that's far awa.

O hon, my Highlandman!

O my bonnie Highlandman;

Weel would my true love ken,

Amang ten thousand Highlandmen.

O to see his tartan trews,

Bonnet blue and high heel‘d shoes,

Philibeg aboon his knee;

That's the lad that I'll gang wi’.

O hon, &c.

This lovely youth, of whom I sing,

Is fitted for to be a king;

On his breast he wears a star,

You'd take him for the god of war.

O hon, &c.

O to see this princely one

Seated on a royal throne,