Waes me for Prince Charly/Highland Laddie

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HIGHLAND LADDIE.

Oh where, tell me where, is your Highland laddie
⁠gone?
Oh where, tell me where, is your Highland laddie
⁠gone?
He is gone with streaming banners, where noble
⁠deeds are done,
And its oh in my heart but I wish him safe at home.

what, tell me what, did your Highland laddie
⁠wear?
what, ten me what, &c.
bonnet with a lofty plume, the gallant pledge of
⁠war,
and a plaid across his manly breast, that soon will
⁠wear a star.
eh where, tell me where, did your Highland laddie
⁠stay?
Oh where tell me where. &c.
He dwelt beneath the Holly-tree beside the rapid
⁠Spey,
And mony a blessing followed him the day he gaed
⁠away.

Ah suppose, ah suppose that some cruel cruel wound
would pierce your Highland laddie s breast, and all
⁠your hopes confound;
The pipes should play a cheerful strain the banners

⁠round him fly,

And the spirit of a Highland chief should glister in
⁠his eye.
The pipes should play a cheerful strain, the banners
⁠round him fly,
And for his king and country with pleasure he will
⁠die.

But I hope yet to see him in Scotland’s bonny
⁠bounds,
But I hope yet to see him, &c.
His native land of liberty will nurse his glorious
⁠wounds.
While wide th.o’ all the Highland hills his warlike
⁠name resounds.

FINIS