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 I wadna lea my lowland lad

For a' your goud an' gear, Donald;

Sae tak' your plaid, and o'er the hill,

An' stay nae langer here, Donald.

Hand awa, hide awa, &c.

My Jamie is a gallant youth,

I lo'e but him alane, Donald;

And in bonnie Scotland's isle,

Like him there is nane, Donald.

Hand awa, hide awa,

Haud awa frae me, Donald;

What care I for a your wealth,

An' a' that ye can gi'e Donald?

He wears nae plaid, nor tartan hose,

Nor garters at his knee, Donald;

But oh! he wears a faithfu' heart,

And love blinks in his e'e, Donald.

Sae haud awa, bide awa,

Come nae mair at e'en, Donald;

I wadna break my Jamie's heart,

To be a Highland queen, Donald.





He's ower the hills that I lo'e weel,

He's ower the hills we darena name,

He's ower the hills ayont Dumblane,

Wha soon will get his welcome hame.