The Black-Bird Songster/The Highland Laddie

THE HIGHLAND LADDIE.

The Lawland lads think they are fine,
⁠But O! they're vain and idle gaudy;
How much unlike the gracefu' mien,
⁠And manly looks of my Highland laddie.

⁠O my bonnie Highland laddio,
⁠My handsome, charming Highland laddie;
⁠May heaven still guard, and love reward,
⁠The lawland lass and her Highland laddie.

If I were free at will to chooso,
⁠To be the wealthiest Lawland lady,
I'd tak young Donald without trews,
⁠With bonnet blue, and bolted plaidie.
⁠O my bonnie, &c.

The brawest beau in burrows town,
⁠In a' his airs, wi' art made ready,
Compar'd to him, he's but a clown,
⁠He's finer far in's tartan plaidie.
⁠O my bonnie, &c.

O'er benty hill wi' him I'll run,
⁠And leave my Lawland kin and daddie;
Frae winter's cauld and summer's sun,
⁠ He'll screen me wi' his tartan plaidie.
⁠O my bonnie, &c.

A painted room, and silken bed,
⁠May please a Lawland laird and lady;
But I can kiss, and be as glad,
⁠Behind a bush in's tartan plaidie.
⁠O my bonnie, &c.

Few compliments between us pass;
⁠I ca' him my dear Highland laddie,
And he ca's me his Lawland lass,
⁠Syne rows me in beneath his plaidie.
⁠O my bonnie, &c.

Nae 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 Heav'n preserves my Highland laddie.
⁠O my bonnie, &c.