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| NAE gentle dames, tho’ e’er sae fair, | |
| Shall ever be my muse’s care: | |
| Their titles a’ arc empty show; | |
| Gie me my Highland lassie, O. | |
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| Chorus.—Within the glen sae bushy, O, | 5 |
| Aboon the plain sae rashy, O, | |
| I set me down wi’ right guid will, | |
| To sing my Highland lassie, O. | |
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| O were yon hills and vallies mine, | |
| Yon palace and yon gardens fine! | 10 |
| The world then the love should know | |
| I bear my Highland Lassie, O. | |
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| But fickle fortune frowns on me, | |
| And I maun cross the raging sea! | |
| But while my crimson currents flow, | 15 |
| I’ll love my Highland lassie, O. | |
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| Altho’ thro’ foreign climes I range, | |
| I know her heart will never change, | |
| For her bosom burns with honour’s glow, | |
| My faithful Highland lassie, O. | 20 |
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| For her I’ll dare the billow’s roar, | |
| For her I’ll trace a distant shore, | |
| That Indian wealth may lustre throw | |
| Around my Highland lassie, O. | |
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| She has my heart, she has my hand, | 25 |
| By secret troth and honour’s band! | |
| Till the mortal stroke shall lay me low, | |
| I’m thine, my Highland lassie, O. | |
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| Farewell the glen sae bushy, O! | |
| Farewell the plain sae rashy, O! | 30 |
| To other lands I now must go, | |
| To sing my Highland lassie, O. | |
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