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6 Nor will I sing wi' aching heart,

My Jockey's far awa

My Jockey's far, &c





THE HIGHLAND LADDIE.

The Lawland lads think they are fine,

But they're vain and idy gaudy,

How much unlike the gracefu' mien,

And mony looks of my Highland laddie.

O my bonny Highland laddie,

My handsome, charming Highland laddie,

May heaven still guard, and love reward,

She Lawland lass and her Highland laddie

If I were free at will to choice,

To be the wealthiest Lawland lady

I'd tak young Donald without trews,

Wi' bonnet blue and tartan plaidy

The brawest beau in burrow town,

In a' his airs wi' art mare ready

Compar' to him, he's but a clown,

He's finer far in belted plaidy.

O'er benty hill wi him I'll in,

And leave my Lawland kin and daddy;