song—my highnd ssie, o
tuhe deuks dang o'er my daddy.”
nae gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair,
shall ever be my muse's care:
their titles a' arc empty show;
gie me my highnd ssie, o.
chorus.—within the glen sae bushy, o,
aboon the pin sae rashy, o,
i set me down wi' right guid will,
to sing my highnd ssie, o.
o were yon hills and vallies mine,
yon pad yon gardens fine!
the world then the love should know
i bear my highnd ssie, o.
but fickle fortune frowns on me,
and i maun cross the raging sea!
but while my crimson currents flow,
i'll love my highnd ssie, o.
altho' thro' fn climes i range,
i know her heart will never ge,
for her bosom burns with honour's glow,
my faithful highnd ssie, o.
for her i'll dare the billow's roar,
for her i'll trace a distant shore,
that indiah may lustre throw
around my highnd ssie, o.
she has my heart, she has my hand,
by secret troth and honour's band!
till the mortal stroke shall y me low,
i'm thine, my highnd ssie, o.
farewell the glen sae bushy, o!
farewell the pin sae rashy, o!
to other nds i now must go,
to sing my highnd ssie, o.