The Book of Scottish Song/On wi' the Tartan
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On wi' the Tartan.
[Hugh Ainslie.]
Can ye lo'e, my dear lassie,
The hills wild and free,
Whar the sang o' the shepherd
Gars a' ring wi' glee?
Or the steep rocky glens,
Where the wild falcons bide?
Then on wi' the tartan,
And fy let us ride!
Can ye lo'e the knowes, lassie,
That ne'er war in rigs?
Or the bonnie loune lee,
Where the sweet robin biggs?
Or the sang o' the lintie,
Whan wooin' his bride?
Then on wi' the tartan,
And fy let us ride!
Can ye lo'e the burn, lassie.
That loups amang linns?
Or the bonnie green howmes
Where it cannilie rins?
Wi' a cantie bit housie,
Sae snug by its side?
Then on wi' the tartan,
And fy let us ride!