The Highland Lassie, pp.163-164.

[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]

THE lawland maids gang trig and fine, 

But aft they’re sour and unco sawsy; 

Sae proud, they never can be kind 

Like my good humour’’ highland lassie. 

O my bony, bony highland lassie

My hearty smiling highland lassie

May never care make thee less fair

But bloom of youth still bless my lassie

– 

Than ony lass in borrows-town, 

Wha mak their cheeks with patches motie, 

I’d tak my Katie but a gown, 

Bare-footed in her little coatie. 

O my bony, &c. 

– 

Beneath the brier or brecken bush, 

When e’er I kiss and court my dautie; 

Happy and blyth as ane wad wish, 

My flighteren heart gangs pittie-pattie. 

O my bony, &c. 

– 

O’er highest heathery hills I’ll stenn 

With cockit gun and ratches tenty, 

To drive the deer out of their den, 

To feast my lass on dishes dainty. 

O my bony, &c. 

– 

There’s nane shall dare by deed or word 

‘Gainst her to wag a tongue or finger, 

While I can weild my trusty sword, 

Or frae my side whisk out a whinger. 

O my bony, &c. 

– 

The mountains clad with purple bloom, 

And berries ripe, invite my treasure 

To range with me; let great fowk gloom, 

While wealth and pride confound their pleasure. 

O my bony, bony highland lassie

My lovely smiling highland lassie

May never care make thee less fair

But bloom of youth still bless my lassie

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