The New way,
OF THE
Bonny Highland Laddie.
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 worth my Stay,
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and so I bad them all Good-morrrow.
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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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Thou'lt row me in thy Highland Pladie.
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For on the Cairnamount 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 drew thee in my Highland Pladie,
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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, no 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 shew 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 Shoes fit for a Lady;
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But he can do't as wantonly,
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in Highland Trews and belted Plade
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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'll 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 Tocher that I got,
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he row'd me in his Highland Pladie.
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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'll row me in his Highland Plaidie.
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