New minstrel/Haud awa' Frae me, Donald

HAUD AWA' FRAE ME, DONALD.

Haud awa, bide awa,
⁠Haus awa frae me, Donald;
What care I for a' your wealth,
⁠An' a that ye can gi'e, Donald?
I wadna lea my lowland lad
⁠For a' your goud an' gear, Donald;
Sae tak' your plaid, and o'er the hill,
⁠An' stay nae langer here, Donald.
⁠Hand awa, hide awa, &c.

My Jamie is a gallant youth,
⁠I lo'e but him alane, Donald;
And in bonnie Scotland's isle,
⁠Like him there is nane, Donald.
Hand awa, hide awa,
⁠Haud awa frae me, Donald;
What care I for a your wealth,
⁠An' a' that ye can gi'e Donald?

He wears nae plaid, nor tartan hose,
⁠Nor garters at his knee, Donald;
But oh! he wears a faithfu' heart,
⁠And love blinks in his e'e, Donald.
Sae haud awa, bide awa,
⁠Come nae mair at e'en, Donald;
I wadna break my Jamie's heart,
⁠To be a Highland queen, Donald.