Classic Poem

THE Lawland lads think they are fine,
But O they 're vain and idly gaudy;
How much unlike that gracefu' mien
And manly looks of my Highland laddie!
O my bonny, bonny Highland laddie!
My handsome, charming Highland laddie!
May heaven still guard, and love reward,
Our Lawland lass and her Highland laddie!

If I were free at will to chuse
To be the wealthiest Lawland lady,
I 'd take young Donald without trews,
With bonnet blew and belted plaidy.
O my bonny, &c.

The brawest beau in borrows town,
In a' his airs with art made ready,
Gompar'd to him he 's but a clown;
He 's finer far in 's tartan plaidy.
O my bonny, &c.

O'er benty hill with him I 'll run,
And leave my Lawland kin and daddy;
Frae winter's cauld and summer's sun,
He 'll screen me with his Highland plaidy.
O my bonny, &c.

A painted room and silken bed
May please a Lawland laird and lady,
But I can kiss and be as glad
Behind a bush, in 's Highland plaidy.
O my bonny, &c.

Few compliments between us pass,
I ca' him my dear Highland laddie;
And he ca's me his Lawland lass,
Syne rows me in his Highland plaidy.
O my bonny, &c.

Nae greater joy I 'll e'er pretend,
Than that his love prove true and steady,
Like mine to him, which ne'er shall end,
While heaven preserves my Highland laddie.
O my bonny, &c.