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dan!

sg ho y braw john highndan!

there&039;s not a d a&039; the n&039;

was atch for y john highndan

with his philibeg an&039; tartan pid,

an&039; guid cyore down by his side,

the dies&039; hearts he did trepan,

y galnt, braw john highndan

sg hey, c

we rand a&039; fro eed to spey,

an&039; liv&039;d like lords an&039; dies gay;

for a lnd face he feared none,—

y galnt, braw john highndan

sg hey, c

they banish&039;d hi beyond the sea

but ere the bud was on the tree,

adown y cheeks the pearls ran,

ebracg y john highndan

sg hey, c

but, och! they catch&039;d hi at the st,

and bound hi a dunon fast:

y curse upon the every one,

they&039;ve hang&039;d y braw john highndan!

sg hey, c

and now a widow, i t ourn

the pleasures that will ne&039;er return:

the fort but a hearty can,

when i thk on john highndan

sg hey, c

recitativo

a pigy scraper wi&039; his fiddle,

wha &039;d at trystes an&039; fairs to driddle

her strapp lib and gay iddle

(he reach&039;d nae higher)

had hol&039;d his heartie like a riddle,

an&039; bwn&039;t on fire

wi&039; hand on hach, and uard e&039;e,

he croon&039;d his gaut, one, o, three,

then an ario key,

the wee apoll

set off wi&039; allegretto glee

his giga lo

air

tune—“whistle owre the ve o&039;t”

let ryke up to dight that tear,

an&039; go wi&039; an&039; be y dear;

an&039; then your every care an&039; fear

ay whistle owre the ve o&039;t

chor

i a a fiddler to y trade,

an&039; a&039; the tunes that e&039;er i pyed,

the sweetest still to wife or aid,

was whistle owre the ve o&039;t

at kirns an&039; wedds we&039;se be there,

an&039; o sae nicely&039;s we will fare!

we&039;ll b