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 4 When first I beheld the sweet maid,

By moonlight alone in the vale,

Far, far from the village we stray’d,

Where I tenderly told my soft tale.

How long must I wander forlorn?

Ah! when will my sorrows be o’er?

Such grief it can never be born:

I sigh for the girl I adore.

 

Hand awa frae me, Donald.

Haud awa, bide awa,

Haud awa frae me, Donald;

What care I for a’ your wealth,

An’ a’ that ye can gie, Donald ?

I wadna lea’ my Lowland lad

For a’ your gowd an’ gear, Donald;

Sae tak your plaid an o er the hill,

An’ stay nae langer here, Donald.

Haud awa, bide awa, &c.

My Jeamie is a gallant youth,

I lo’e but him alane, Donald,

And in bonny Scotland’s isle,

Like him there is nane, Donald.

Haud awa, bide awa,

AaudHuad [sic] awa frae me, Donald,

What care I for a’ your wealth,

An’ a’ that ye can gie, Donald?