The law’and lads think they are fine.but Oh ⟨they’re⟩⟨vain⟩ and idle gaudy;How much unlike the ⟨gracefu' mein⟩and manly looks of my high and laddie?
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O my bonny, bonny highland laddie,My handsome charming highland laddie,May Heaven ⟨still⟩ guard love and reward,The lowland lass and her highland laddie
If I were free at will to chuse.to be the wealthiest lowland lady;I’d take young Donald in his trowswith bonnet blue and belted plaidie. &c.
The bravest beau in borrows-town,in a’ his airs, which art made ready,Compar’d to him he’s but a clown;he’s finer far in his tartan plaidie. &c
O’er benty hills with him I’ll run,and leave my lawland kin and dady!Frae winter’s cauld and summer’s sun,he’ll ⟨screen⟩ me wi’ his tartan pladie. &c
A printed room, and silken bed,may please a lawland laird and lady;but I can kiss and be as ⟨glad⟩behind a bush in’ ⟨tartan⟩ pladie &c.
