19 On the mountain's sunnie side, We'll lean us on my Highland Plaid.
When the summer spreads the flowers Busks the glens in leafy bowers, Then we'll seek the cauler 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 bonnie boat, Skim the loch in cantie 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 ; Lawland lads hae mair of art, A' my boast's an honest heart, Whilk shall ever be my pride.-. O row thee in my Highland Plaid !
Bonnie lad, ye've been sae leal, My heart would break at our farewell Lang your love has made me fain, Tak me-tak me for your ain ! Cross the Frith, away they glide, Young Donald and his Lowland bride.
