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 Frae winter's cauld and summer's gun,
 * He'll soreen me wi' his tartan 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 tartan 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 steady,

Like mine to him, which ne'er shall end,
 * While Heav'n preserves my Highland laddie.
 * O my bonnie, &c.

With sorrow and repentance true, Father, I trembling come to you; I know I've too indulgent been To one, but oh! forgive the sin. To one whom still I love, tho' he Ungrateful proves, and false to me; Then let me on my knees confess How I've been tempted to transgress.