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Frae winter's cauld and simmer's sun,
He'll screen me wi' his Highland plaidy.
A painted room and silken bed,
May please a Lawland lair, and ladys.
But I can kiss, and be as glad,
Behind a bnsh in's Highland plaidy.
Few compliments between us pass,
I ca' him my dear Highland laddie,
And he ca's me his Lawland lass,
Syne rows me in his Highland plaidy.
No greater joy I'll e'er pretend,
Than that his love prove true and steady,
Like mine to him which ne'er shall end,
While heaven preserves my Highland laddie.
BONNY LESLEY
O saw ye bonny Lesley
As she gaed o'er the border?
Sha's gane like Alexander,
To spread her conquests farther
To ace her is to love her,
And love her but for ever;
