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THE lawland lads think they are fine;
But O they’re vain and idly gawdy!
How much unlike that gracefu’ mein,
And manly looks of my highland laddie?
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O my bonny bonny highland laddie,
My handsome charming highland laddie;
May heaven still guard, and love reward
Our lawland lass and her highland laddie.
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If I were free at will to chuse
To be the wealthiest lawland lady,
I’d take young Donald without trews,
With bonnet blew, and belted plaidy.
O my bonny, &c.
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The brawest beau in borrows-town,
In a’ his airs, with art made ready,
Compair’d to him, he’s but a clown;
He’s finer far in’s tartan plaidy.
O my bonny, &c.
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O’er benty hill with him I’ll run,
And leave my lawland kin and dady.
Frae winter’s cauld, and summer’s sun,
He’ll screen me with his highland plaidy.
O my bonny, &c.
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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 highland plaidy.
O my bonny, &c.
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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 plaidy.
O my bonny, &c.
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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 heaven preserves my highland laddie.
O my bonny, &c.
