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I. LOVE : PERSONAL
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No. 59. Nae gentle dames, thd nier sae fair.
Tune ; M<=Lauchlin's Scots-measure.
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Scots Musical Musemn, 1788, No. 117.
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right glide will. To sing iiiy High - land las • sie, O!
Nae gentle dames, tho' ne'er sae
fair,
Shall ever be my Muse's care :
Their titles a' are empty show —
Gie me my Highland lassie, O.
Chorus.
Within the glen sae bushy, O '.
Aboon the plain sae rashy, O !
I set me doivn wi' right gude will
To sing my Highland lassie, O !
O, were yon hills and vallies mine.
Yon palace and yon gardens fine,
The world then the love should
know
I bear my Highland lassie, O.
But fickle Fortune fi-owns on me,
And I maun cross the raging sea ;
But while my crimson currents flow
I'll love mj^ Highland lassie, O.
Altho' thro' foreign climes I range,
I know her heart will never change ;
Fpr her bosom burns with honour's
glow,
My faithful Highland lassie, O.
For her I'll dare the billows' roar,
For her I'll trace a distant shore.
That Indian wealth may lustre throw
Around my Highland lassie, O.
She has my heart, she has my hand.
By secret troth and honor's band !
'Till the mortal stroke shall lay me
low,
I'm thine, my Highland lassie, O.
Chorus.
Fareweel the glen sae bushy, O !
Fareiveel the plain sae rashy, O!
To other lands I now must go
To sing my Highland lassie, O !