  IHie upon Hielands, And laigh Bonny George Campbell Rade out on a day: Saddled and bridled, Sae gallant to see, Hame cam’ his gude horse, But never cam’ he. IIDown ran his auld mither, Greetin Out ran his bonny bride, Reaving ‘My meadow lies green, And my corn is unshorn, My barn is to bigg And my babe is unborn.’ IIISaddled and bridled And booted rade he; A plume in his helmet, A sword at his knee; But toom A’ bluidy to see, O hame cam’ his gude horse, But never cam’ he! FOOTNOTES: |
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