---

Robert Burns - My Highland Lassie, O
Work rating: Low

Nae gentle dames, tho` e`er sae fair,
Shall ever be my muse`s care;
Their titles a` are empty show;
Gie me my Highland Lassie, O.
     Within the glen sae bushy, O,
     Aboon the plain sae rushy, O,
     I sit me down wi` right good will,
     To sing my Highland Lassie, O.

Oh, were yon hills and valleys mine,
Yon palace and yon gardens fine!
The world then the love should know
I bear my Highland Lassie, O.
     Within the glen…

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.
     Within the glen…

Altho` thro` foreign climes I range,
I know her heart will never change,
For her bosom burns with honor`s glow,
My faithful highland Lassie, O.
     Within the glen…

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.
     Within the glen…

She has my heart, she has my hand,
By sacred troth and honor`s band!
Till the mortal stroke shall lay me low,
I`m thine, my highland Lassie, O.
     Farewell the glen sae bushy, O!
     Farewell the plain sae rushy, O!
     To other lands I now must go,
     To sing my Highland Lassie, O!
Source
The script ran 0.011 seconds.