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                      16 My Mary, dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?

THE HIGHLAND LADDIE. The Lawland lads think they are fine, But 0! they’re vain and idle gaudy ; How much unlike the gracefu’ mien, And manly looks of my Highland laddie.

0 my bonnie Highland laddie, My handsome, charming Highland laddie ; May heaven still guard, and love reward. The lawland lass and her Highland laddie.

If I were free at will to choose, T.o be the wealthiest Lawland lady. I’d tak young Donald without trews, With bonnet blue, and belted plaidie. 0 my bonnie, &c.

The brawest beau in burrows town, In a’ his airs, wi’ art made ready. Compar’d to him, he’s but a clown. He's finer far in’s tartan plaidie. 0 my bonnie, &c.

O’er benty hill wi’ him I’ll run. And leave my Lawland kin and daddie ;