The Book of Scottish Song/O'er the mountain

O’er the mountain.

O'er the mountain, o'er the lea,
⁠With my kilt and Saxon plaid,
And my tartan bonnet wee,
⁠Will I seek my Highland lad.
⁠O'er the mountain, &c.

Though the heather be my bed,
⁠Brightly pearl'd with silvery dew,
There's a tear more bright I'll shed,
⁠Oh! my Highland lad, for you.
⁠O'er the mountain, &c.

Far awa' from love and home,
⁠O'er the heath with blossom clad;
While the night-bird sings I'll roam,
⁠Oh! for thee, my Highland lad.
⁠Though the heather, &c.
⁠O'er the mountain, &c.

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