The new way of the bonny High
land Laddie, etc.
To it's own Proper Tune, etc.
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I Crossed Forth, I Crossed Tay,
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I left Dundee, and Edinborrow,
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I saw nothing there was worth my stay,
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and so I bad them all Good-morrow.
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Omy bonny bonny highland laddie,
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Omy bonny bonny highland laddie,
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When I'm sick and like to dye,
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Thou'lt row me in thy highland pladie.
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For on the Cairna'mount I spy'd,
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in careless Dress a Highland Laddie,
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Who briskly said, were't thou my Bride,
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I'de row thee in my Highland Pladdie.
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O my bonny bonny, etc.
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No Butter-Box he seem'd to be,
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no English-Fop, nor Lowland Laddie,
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But by his mein he was well known,
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to be some Gentie Highland Laddie,
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O my bonny bonny, etc.
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His Quiver hang down by his Thigh,
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his Mein did show his Bow was ready,
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A thousand Darts flew from his Eye,
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and all fell down before his Lady.
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O my bonny bonny, etc.
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It's Silken Rooms and Pearled Beds,
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and laced Shooes fit for a Lady;
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But he can do't as wantonly,
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in Highland Trews and a belted Plaidie
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O my bonny bonny, etc.
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I will have no Commander Man,
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Captain, Col'nel, nor a Caddie,
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If all my Friends had sworn and said,
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I'le have none but a Highland Laddie.
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O my bonny bonny, etc.
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But when we came to Stirling Town,
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he promis'd to make me a Lady,
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But all the Tochar that I got,
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he row'd me in his Highland Plaidie.
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O my bonny bonny highland Laddie,
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O my bonny bonny highland Laddie,
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When I am sick and like to dye,
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he'l row me in his Highland Plaidie.
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