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 The very moudiwarts were stunn'd,

Nor kend what it could mean.

O Allister M'Allister &c.

Now wanton Willie was nae blate,

For he got haud o’ winsome Kate

Come here you he I'll shew the gate

To dance the highland fling.

The Highland fling he danced wi’ glee,

And lap as he was gaun to flee,

Kate bak'd and babb'd sae bonnilie

And wipt it neat and clean.

O Allister M'Allister, &c.

Now Allister has done his best,

And Veary houghs are wantin rest,

Besides they sair wi' drouth were strest,

Wi' dancing sae I ween.

I true the gantress got a lift

And round the bicker flew like drift,

And Allister that very night

Could scarcely stand his lane,

O Allister M'Allister &c.

Lowland lassie, wilt thou go

Where the hills are clad wi' snow,

Where beneath the icy steep,

The handy shepherd tends his sheep?

Itl nor wae shall thee betide,

When row'd within my Highland Plaid.