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 trows with 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.
