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 Let it be flesh, or fowl or fish,

It never shall be said,

But I'll find fault with meat or dish,

With master, or with maid.

But when I go to bed at night,

I heartily do weep;

That I must part with my delight—

I cannot scold and sleep.

However this doth mitigate,

And much abate my sorrow,

That though to-night it be too late,

I'll early scold to-morrow.

The Lawland lads think they are fine,

But O! they're vain and idly gaudy;

How much unlike the gracefu' mein,

And manly looks of my Highland laddie.

O my bonny 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

To be the wealthiest Lawland lady,