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 My Mary, dear departed shade!
 * Where is thy place of blissful rest?

Seest thou thy lover lowly laid?
 * Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast?

The Lawland lads think they are fine,
 * But O! they're vain and idle gaudy;

How much unlike the gracefu' mien,
 * And manly looks of my Highland laddie.


 * O my bonnie 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,

I'd tak young Donald without trews,
 * With bonnet blue, and belted plaidie.
 * O my bonnie, &c.

The brawest beau in burrows town,
 * In a' his airs, wi' art made ready,

Compar'd to 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;