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MY LOVE HE WAS A HIGHLAND LAD. 55
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bon-ny lad, The bravest lad that e'er I saw! May
ill be -tide the heart-less wight That ba-nish'd him and
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his awa.
But had our good king kept the field,
When traitors tarrow'd at the law,
There hadna been this waefu' wark,
The weariest time we ever saw.
My love he stood for his true king,
Till standing it could do nae mair :
The day is lost, and sae are we ;
Nae wonder mony a hea^ t is sair.
But I wad rather see him roam
An outcast on a foreign strand,
And wi' his master beg his bread,
Nae mair to see his native land,
Than bow a hair o' his brave head
To base usurper's tyrannye ;
Than cringe for mercy to a knave
That ne'er was own'd by him nor me.
But there's a bud in fair Scotland,
A bud weel kend in glamourye ;
And in that bud there is a bloom,
That yet shall flower o'er kingdoms three