Heath flowers being a collection of poems, chiefly lyrical, written in the Highlands. By William Glen |
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THE HIGHLAND LADDIE. |
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THE HIGHLAND LADDIE.
I wadna' lea' this bonny strath,
To cross the billow's roar;
Nor will I tempt the Almighty's wrath,
To quit my native shore:
I wadna' gie thee, Strath Montieth,
For foreign lands sae gaudy;
I'll ne'er desert the land o' Heath,
Nor my dear Highland Laddie.
To cross the billow's roar;
Nor will I tempt the Almighty's wrath,
To quit my native shore:
I wadna' gie thee, Strath Montieth,
For foreign lands sae gaudy;
I'll ne'er desert the land o' Heath,
Nor my dear Highland Laddie.
I've seen our lassies gang awa,
An' lea' this bonny vale,
Seduc'd wi' mony a promise braw,
An' mony a flatterin' tale:
America's a soundin' name,
Folk say the best o' places;
But I've seen mony a ane come hame
Wi' want stampt i' their faces.
An' lea' this bonny vale,
Seduc'd wi' mony a promise braw,
An' mony a flatterin' tale:
America's a soundin' name,
Folk say the best o' places;
But I've seen mony a ane come hame
Wi' want stampt i' their faces.
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There is nae kintry like mine ain,
An' tho' some folk repine,
An' lea' our hills for sake o' gain—
That wish was never mine:
I'll never lea' thee, Strath Montieth,
For foreign lands sae gaudy,
Nor will I quit the land o' Heath
Nor my dear Highland Laddie.
An' tho' some folk repine,
An' lea' our hills for sake o' gain—
That wish was never mine:
I'll never lea' thee, Strath Montieth,
For foreign lands sae gaudy,
Nor will I quit the land o' Heath
Nor my dear Highland Laddie.
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