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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, bide awa, &c.

My Jamie is a gallant youth, I lo’e hut him alane, Donald; And in honnie Scotland’s isle, Like him there is nane, Donald. Haud awa, hide awa, Hand 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 hlinks in his e’e, Donald. Sae haud awa, hide awa, Come nae nair at e’en, Donald; I wadna break my Jamie’s heart, To he a Highland queen, Donald.

ower 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.