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 I care not which with either pleased, So I possess my Sally That little merry nymph, who cries, "Sweet lilies of the valley."

This is no my plaid, My plaid, my plaid, O this is no my plaid, Bonny though the colours be.

The ground o' mine was mix'd wi' blue, I gat it frae the lad I lo'e, No ne'er has i'en me cause to rue, And O! the plaid is deer to me.

Farewell ye lowland plaids o grey, Nae kindly charm for me ye hae, The tartan shall be mine for eye, For O! the colour's dear to me.

For mine was silky - soft an' warm, It wrapp'd me round frae arm to arm And like himself it bore a charm, And O! the plaid is dear to me.