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 Although the lad the plaid who wore,

is now upon a distant shore ;

And cruel seas between us roar,

I'll mind the plaid that sheltered me,

The lad that gied me‘t likes me weel,

altho‘ his name I daurna tell

He likes me just as weel's himsel‘

and o the plaid is dear to me,

O may the plidie yet be worn,

by Caledonions yet unborn.

I ll fa‘ the wretch that e'er doth scorn,

the pladie that's sae dear to me.

From surly blasts it covers me ;

he ll me himsel protecton give ;

I'll loe him till the day I die,

and O his plaid is dear to me.

I hope he'll no forget me now

each often pledged aith and vow ;

I hope he'll yet return to woo

me in the plaid sae dear to me.

I hope the time will come my lad

when we will to the kirk and wed

Weel happit in the tartan plaid

the plaidie thats sae dear to me.