| lyric | 1. Oh where, and oh where, is your Highland ladies gone?
Oh where, and oh where, is your Highland ladies gone?
He’s gone to fight the foe for King George upon the throne,
And it’s oh! in my heart I wish him safe at home.
2. Oh where, and oh where, did your Highland laddie dwell?
Oh where, and oh where, did your Highland laddie dwell
He dwelt in merry Scotland, at the sign of the Blue Bell,
And it’s oh! in my heart I love the laddie well.
3. Oh how, tell me how, is your Highland laddie clad?
Oh how, tell me how is your Highland laddie clad?
His bonnet’s of the Saxon green, his waistcoat of the plaid;
And it’s oh! in my heart that I love my Higland lad.
4. Suppose, oh suppose, that your Highland lad should die!
Suppose, oh suppose, that your Highland lad should die!
Tha bagpipes should play 0’ver him, and I’d lay down and cry;
But it’s oh! in my heart that I feel he will not die. |