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The New Way, O F . T HE Bonny Highland Laddie.' To it's own 'Proper-Tune &c. I Crossed Forth, I crossed Tay, I left Dundee, and Edinborrow, I saw nothing there worth my Stay, and so I bad them all Good-morrow. O my bonny, bonny HighlandLaddie, O my bonny, bonny Highland Laddie, When I am sick and like to dye, Thou'lt row me in thy Highland Pladie' For on the Cairnamount I spy'd, in careless Dress a Highland Laddie, Who briskly said were' t thou my Bride, I drew thee in my Highland Pladie, O my bonny, bonny, &c. No Butter-Box he seem'd to be, no English-Fop, no Low and Laddie, But by his mein he was well known, to be some Gentle Highland Laddie. O my bonny, bonny, &c. His Quiver hang down by his Thigh, his Mein did shew his Bow was ready, A thousand Darts flew from his Eye, and all fell down before his Lady. O my bonny, bonny, &c. It's Silken Rooms and Pearled Beds. and laced Shoes fit for a Lady; But he can do't as wantonly, in Highland Trews and belted Plade O my bonny, bonny, &c, I will have no Commander Man, Captain, Col'nel, nor a Caddie, If all my Friends had sworn and said, I'll have none but a Highland Laddie. O my bonny, bonny. &c, But when we came to Stirling Town, he promised to make me a Lady, But all the Tocher that I got, he row'd me in his Highland Pladie. O my bonny, bonny HighlandLaddie, O my bonny, bonny Highland Laddie, When I am sick and like to dye, He'll row me in his Highland Plaidie. FINIS.
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Probable date published:
1701- shelfmark: Ry.III.a.10(089)
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