The Lawland maids gang trig and fine,
But aft they're sour and unco saucy;
Sae proud they never can be kind,
Like my good-humour'd highland lassie.
    O my bonny, bonny highland lassie,
    My hearty smiling highland lassie;
    May never care make thee less fair,
    But bloom of youth still bless my lassie.

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Beneath the brier or brecken bush,
Whene'er I kiss and court my dawtie,
Happy and blythe as ane wad wish,
My flighterin heart gangs pittle-pattie.
    O my bonny, etc.

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The mountains clad with purple bloom,
And berries ripe, invite my treasure
To range with me, let great fowk gloom,
While wealth and pride confound their pleasure.
    O my bonny, etc.