The Poetry of Robert Burns | ||
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AS I CAME O'ER THE CAIRNEY MOUNT
Chorus
O, my bonie Highland lad!My winsome, weel-faur'd Highland laddie!
Wha wad mind the wind and rain
Sae weel row'd in his tartan plaidie!
I
As I came o'er the Cairney mountAnd down among the blooming heather,
Kindly stood the milking-shiel
To shelter frae the stormy weather.
II
Now Phœbus 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.
Chorus
O, my bonie Highland lad!My winsome, weel-faur'd Highland laddie!
Wha wad mind the wind and rain
Sae weel row'd in his tartan plaidie!
The Poetry of Robert Burns | ||