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The Highland Laddie
The Lawland
lads think they are fine,
But
O! they're vain and idly gaudy;
How
much unlike the gracefu' mien
And
manly looks of my Highland laddie.
O
my bonnie Highland laddie,
My
handsome, charming, Highland laddie;
May
Heav’n still guard, and love reward,
The
Lawland lass and her Highland laddie.
If
I were free at will to choose,
To
be the wealthiest Lawland lady,
I'd
tak' young Donald without trews,
With
bonnet blue, and belted plaidie.
O
my bonnie, &c.
The
brawest beau in Burrows- town,
In
a' his airs, wi' art, made ready,
Compared
wi’ him, he's but a clown,
He's
finer far in 's tartan plaidie.
O
my bonnie, &c.
O'er
Benty- hill wi' him I'll run.
And
leave my Lawland kin and daddie;
Frae
winter's cauld and simmer’s sun,
He'll
screen me wi' his Highland plaidie,
O
my bonnie, &c.
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 plaidie.
O
my bonnie, &c.
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 plaidie.
O
my bonnie, &c.
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 bonnie, &c.
By Ramasy
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