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O this is no my plaid,

My pliad, my plaid

O this is no my plaid

Bonny though the colours be

The ground of mine was mix d wi' blue

I got it frae the lad I loe ;

He ne er has gi‘en me cause to rue

and o the plaid was dear to me.

Farewell ye lowland plaids o‘ grey

nae kindly charms for me ye  hae

The tartan shall be mine for aye

for o the colour's dear to me.

For mine was silky saft and warm

it wrapped me round frae arm to arm

And like myself it bore a  charm,

and O! the plaid is dear to me