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Nor will I sing wi' aching heart,
My Jockey's far awa
My Jockey's far, &c
THE HIGHLAND LADDIE.
The Lawland lads think they are fine,
But they're vain and idy gaudy,
How much unlike the gracefu' mien,
And mony looks of my Highland laddie.
O my bonny Highland laddie,
My handsome, charming Highland laddie,
May heaven still guard, and love reward,
She Lawland lass and her Highland laddie
If I were free at will to choice,
To be the wealthiest Lawland lady
I'd tak young Donald without trews,
Wi' bonnet blue and tartan plaidy
The brawest beau in burrow town,
In a' his airs wi' art mare ready
Compar' to him, he's but a clown,
He's finer far in belted plaidy.
O'er benty hill wi him I'll (illegible text)in,
And leave my Lawland kin and daddy;
