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15 Soon the voice of cheery spring Will gar a' our plantings ring; Soon our bonny heather braes Will put on their summer claes; On the mountain's sunny side, We'll lean on us my Highland plaid.

When the summer spreads the flow'rs, Busks the glens in leafy bow'rs, Then we'll seek the calor shade, Lean us on the primrose bed; While the burning hours preside, I'll screen thee wi' my Highland plaid.

Then we'll leave the sheep and goat, I will launch the bonny boat, Skim the loch in canty glee, Rest the oars to pleasure thee; When chilly breezes sweep the tide, I'll hap thee wi' my Highland plaid.

Lowland lads may dress mair fine, Woo in words mair saft than mine; Lowland lads ha'e mair of art, A' my boast's an honest heart, Whilk shall ever be my pride; O row thee in my Highland plaid!

Bonny lad, ye've been sae leal, My heart would break at our fareweel. Lang your love has made me fain, Take me—take me for your ain! Cross the Firth, away they glide, Young Donald and his Lowland bride.

BRAVE LEWIE ROY.

Lewie Roy was the flower of our Highlandmen, Tall as the oak on the lofty Benvoirlich, as the light bounding tenants of Fillin-glen, Dearer than life to his lovely neen voiuch.