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â’¼ CONTAINS SOME SCENES OF A SEXUAL NATURE

Donald Brodie met a lass,
Comin' o'er the hills o' Coupar,
Donald wi' his Highland hand
Graipit a' the bits about her.

Comin' o'er the hills o' Coupar,
Comin' o'er the hills o' Coupar,
Donald in a sudden wrath
He ran his Highland durk into her,

Weel I wat she was a quine,
Wad made a body's mouth to water;
Our Mess John, wi's auld grey pow,
His haly lips wad licket at her.

Up she started in a fright,
Thro' the braes what she could bicker:
Let her gang, quo' Donald, now
For in him's nerse my shot is sicker.

Kate Mackie cam frae Parlon craigs,
The road was foul twixt that an' Couper;
She shaw'd a pair o' handsome lets,
When Highland Donald he o'ertook her.

Comin' o'er the moor o' Coupar,
Comin' o'er the moor o' Coupar,
Donald fell in love wi' her
An' row'd his Highland plaid about her.

They took them to the Logan steps
An' set them down to rest thegither,
Donald laid her on her back
An' fir'd a Highland pistol at her.

Lochleven Castle heard the rair,
An' Falkland-house the echo sounded;
Highland Donald gae a stare,
The lassie sigh'd, but was nae wounded.

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