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Close to his breast he held me fast:-
Sae coozy, warm, we lay thegither;
Nae summer heat was half sae sweet
As my love's plaid amang the heather.
O my bonny, &c.
Mid wind and rain he tald his tale,
My lightsome heart grew like a feather
It lap sae quick I coudna speak,
But silent sigh'd amang the heather.
O my bonny, &c.
The Storm blew past; we kiss'd in haste;
I hameward ran and tald my mither,
She gloom'd at first but soon confest
The bowls row'd right amang the heather.
O my donny, &c.
Now Hymen's beam gilds bank and stream,
Whare Will and I fresh flowers will gather;
Nae storms I fear, I've got my dear,
Kind hearted lad amang the heather.
O my bonny highland laddie,
My winsome, weelfar'd, highland laddie,
Should storms appear, my Will's ay near;
To row me in his tartan plaidie.
FINIS.
