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Rh Or wilt thou leave thy mither’s cot, and learn to tent the farms wi’ me!

At barn or byre thou ſhalt na drudge, or naething elſe to trouble thee; But ſtray amang the heather bells, and tent the waving corn wi’ me.

Now what could artleſs Jesnie do? ſhe had na will ſay him na, At length ſhe bluſh’d a ſweet conſent. and love was ay between them twa.

HE wind blew hie o’er muir and lea, And dark and ſtormy grew the weather, The rain rain’d fair; nae ſhelter near, But my love’s plaid amang the heather.

O my bonny highland laddie, My winſome weelfar’d, highland laddie, Wha wad mind the wind and rain. Sae weel rowt in his tartan plaidie?