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6 The brawest beau in burrow town,

In a' his airs wi' art made ready.

Compared wi' him, he's but a clown

He's finer far in s tartan plaidie.

O my bonnie, &c.

O er benty hill wi' him I ll run,

And leave my Lawland kin and daddie,

Frae winter's cald and simmers sun,

He'll screen me wi' his Highland plaidie.

O my bonnie, &c.

A painted room, and silken bed,

May please a Lawland laird and lady.

But I can kiss and be as glad,

Behind a bush, in s Highland plaidie.

O my bonnie &c.

Few compliments between us pass,

I ca' him my dear Highland laddie,

And he ca's me his Lawland lass,

Syne rows me in beneath his plaidie.

O my bonnie, &c.

Nae greater joy I'll e’er pretend,

Than that his love prove true and s'eady,

Like mine to him, which ne er shall end,

While heaven preserves my Highland laddie.

O my bonnie, &c.