Letter to James Tennant, Glenconner

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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. � Within the glen sae bushy, O, Aboon the plain sae rashy, O, I set me down wi' right gude will To sing my Highland Lassie, O. � 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.- But fickle Fortune frowns on me, And I maun cross the raging sea; But while my crimson currents flow, I love my Highland Lassie, O.- 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- For her I'll dare the billow's roar; For her I'll trace a distant shore; That Indian wealth may lustre throw Around my Highland Lassie, O.- She has my heart, she has my hand, By secret Truth and Honor's band: Till the mortal stroke shall lay me low, I'm thine, my Highland Lassie, O.- Farewel, the glen sae bushy!O Farewel, the plain sae rashy!O To other lands I now must go To sing my Highland Lassie, O.-