The Lawland lads think they are fine,
⁠But they're vain and idy gaudy,
How much unlike the gracefu' mien,
⁠And mony looks of my Highland laddie.

O my bonny Highland laddie,
⁠My handsome, charming Highland laddie,
May heaven still guard, and love reward,
⁠She Lawland lass and her Highland laddie

If I were free at will to choice,
⁠To be the wealthiest Lawland lady
I'd tak young Donald without trews,
⁠Wi' bonnet blue and tartan plaidy

The brawest beau in burrow town,
⁠In a' his airs wi' art mare ready
Compar' to him, he's but a clown,
⁠He's finer far in belted plaidy.

O'er benty hill wi him I'll ^{(illegible text)}in,
⁠And leave my Lawland kin and daddy;
​Frae winter's cauld and simmer's sun,
⁠He'll screen me wi' his Highland plaidy.

A painted room and silken bed,
⁠May please a Lawland lair, and ladys.
But I can kiss, and be as glad,
⁠Behind a bnsh in's Highland plaidy.

Few compliments between us pass,
⁠I ca' him my dear Highland laddie,
And he ca's me his Lawland lass,
⁠Syne rows me in his Highland plaidy.

No greater joy I'll e'er pretend,
⁠Than that his love prove true and steady,
Like mine to him which ne'er shall end,
⁠While heaven preserves my Highland laddie.