Nae gentle dames, tho’ e’ersae fair,
Shall ever be my muse’s care:
Their titles a’arc empty show;
Gieme my Highland lassie, O.
Chorus.-Within the glen sae bushy, O,
Aboonthe plain sae rashy, O,
I setme down wi’right guidwill,
To sing my Highland lassie, O.
O were yon hills and vallies mine,
Yon palace and yongardens fine!
The world then the love should know
I bearmy Highland Lassie, O.
But fickle fortune frowns on me,
And I mauncross the raging sea!
Butwhile my crimson currents flow,
I’ll love my Highland lassie, O.
Altho’ thro’ foreign climes I range,
I know her heart will never change,
For her bosom burns with honour’s glow,
My faithful Highland lassie, O.
For her I’ll dare the billow’s 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,
Bysecret troth and honour’s band!
Tillthe mortal stroke shall lay me low,
I’m thine, my Highland lassie, O.
Farewell the glen sae bushy, O!
Farewell the plain saerashy, O!
To other lands I now must go,
To sing my Highland lassie, O.