O ROW
THEE IN MY HIGHLAND PLAID. Set
to music by MR. ROSS of
Aberdeen. ___ LOWLAND lassie wilt thou go, Whare
the hills are clad wi’ snow; Whare
beneath the icy steep, The
hardy shepherd tends his sheep; Ill,
nor wae shall thee betide, When row’d within my highland Plaid. Soon
the voice o’ cheery spring, Will
gar a’ our plantins ring; Soon
our bonny heather braes, Will
put on their simmer claes; On
the mountain’s sunny side, We’ll
lean us on my highland Plaid. When
the simmer spreads the flow’rs, Busks
the glens in leafy bow’rs, Then
we’ll seek the calor shade, Lean
us on the primrose bed, While
the burning hours preside, I’ll
screen thee wi’ my highland Plaid. Then
we’ll leave the sheep an’ goat, I
will launch the bonny boat. Skim
the loch in canty glee, Rest
the oars to pleasure thee, When
chilly breezes sweep the tide, I’ll
hap thee wi’ my highland Plaid. Lowland
lads may dress mair fine, Woo
in words mair saft than mine; Lowland
lads hae mair o’ art, A’
my boast’s an honest heart, Whilk
shall ever be my pride; O
row thee in my highland plaid! “Bonny
lad, ye’ve been sae leal, “My
heart would break at our fareweel, “Lang
your love has made me fain, “Tak’ me—tak’ me for your ain Cross
the first, awa’ they glide, Young Donald and his Lowland bride. |