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My Highland Lassie, O

TUNE: MacLauchlin's Scots-Measure

 

Burns Original

Standard English Translation


Chorus
Within the glen sae bushy, O,
Aboon the plain sae rashy, O,
I set me down wi' right guid will
To sing my Highland lassie, O!
1.
Nae gentle dames, tho' ne'er sae fair,
Shall ever be my Muse's care:
Their titles a' are empty show -
Gie me my Highland lassie, O!
2.
O, were yon hills and vallies mine,
Yon palace and yon gardens fine,
The world then the love should know
I bear my Highland lassie, O!
3.
But fickle Fortune frowns on me,
And I maun cross the raging sea;
But while my crimson currents flow
I'll love my Highland lassie, O.
4.
Altho' thro' foreign climes I range,
I know her heart will never change;
For her bosom burns with honour's glow,
My faithful Highland lassie, O.
5.
For her I'll dare the billows' roar,
For her I'll trace a distant shore,
That Indian wealth may lustre throw
Around my Highland lassie, O.
6.
She has my heart, she has my hand,
My secret troth and honour's band!
'Till the mortal stroke shall lay me low,
I'm thine my Highland lassie, O!

Chorus
Farewell the glen sae bushy, O!
Farewell the plain sae rashy, O!
To other lands I now must go
To sing my Highland lassie, O.

 


Chorus
Within the glen so bushy, O,
Above the plain so rushy, O,
I set me down with right good will
To sing my Highland lassie (girl), O!

No highborn dames, though never so fair,
Shall ever be my Muse's care:
Their titles all are empty show -
Give me my Highland lassie, O!

O, were yonder hills and valleys mine,
Yonder palace and yonder gardens fine,
The world then the love should know
I bear my Highland lassie, O!

But fickle Fortune frowns on me,
And I must cross the raging sea;
But while my crimson currents flow
I will love my Highland lassie, O.

Although through foreign climes I range,
I know her heart will never change;
For her bosom burns with honour's glow,
My faithful Highland lassie, O.

For her I will dare the billows' roar,
For her I will trace a distant shore,
That Indian wealth may lustre throw
Around my Highland lassie, O.

She has my heart, she has my hand,
My secret troth and honour's band!
Untill the mortal stroke shall lay me low,
I am yours my Highland lassie, O!

Chorus
Farewell the glen so bushy, O!
Farewell the plain so rushy, O!
To other lands I now must go
To sing my Highland lassie, O.

 

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