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As I came o'er the Cairney mount
And down amang the blooming heather,
Kindly stood the milkin-shiel
To shelter frae the stormy weather.

O my bonie Highland lad,
My winsome, weelfar'd Highland laddie;
Wha wad mind the wind and rain,
Sae weel row'd in his tartan plaidie.

Now Phebus blinkit on the bent,
And o'er the knowes the lambs were bleating:
But he wan my heart's consent,
To be his ain at the neist meeting.

O my bonie Highland lad,
My winsome, weelfar'd Highland laddie;
Wha wad mind the wind and rain,
Sae weel row'd in his tartan plaidie.