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Rh Cloſe to his breaſt he held me faſt:— coozy, warm, we lay thegither; Nae simmer heat was half ſae ſweet, As my love’s plaid amang the heather. O my bonny, etc.

Mid wind and rain he tald his tale; My lightſome heart grew like a feather, It lap ſae quick I caudna ſpeak, But ſilent ſigh’d amang the heather, O my bonny, etc.

The ſtorm blew paſt; we kiſs’d in haſte; I hameward ran and tald my mither, She gloom’d at firſt but ſoon confeſt The bowls row’d right amang the heather. O my bonny, etc.

Now Hymen’s beam gilds bank and ſtream, Whar Will and I freſh flowers will gather, Nae ſtorms I fear, I’ve got my dear, Kind hearted lad amang the heather. O my bonny highland laddie; My winſome weelfar’d highland laddie; Should ſtorms appear, my Will’s ay near. To row me in his tartan plaidie.