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I kiss’d and caress’d, and said my dear lassie,
if you would but go to St Johnston wi’ me.
There’s none o' the fair shall set a foot on the
causeway,
with cleading more fine than the lass o’ Glenshee.
A carriage for pleasure you shall hae to ride in,
and fouk shall say Mem, when they speak unto
thee.
Servants you shall hae for to do your bidin’.
I’ll make you my lady, the lass o’ Glenshee.
It is mock me nae mair wi’ your carriage to ride
in
nor think that your grandeur I value a flee,
I would think mysel’ happy in a cottie o’ of plaiding,
wi’ an innocent herd on the hills o’ Glenshee.
Believe me, dear lassie Caledonia’s clear waters,
may alter their course and run back frae the
sea
Her brave hardy sons may submit to be in fetters,
but cease and believe not such baseness in me.
The lark may forget to rise in the morning,
the spring may forget to revive on the lea,
But never will I while my senses govern me,
forget to be kind to the lass o’ Glanshee.
O let me alone, for I am sure I would blunder,
and set a’ the gentry a laughing at me
They’re book-taught in manners baith auld and
young o’ them.
but we ken little o' that in the hills o' Glenshee.
