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Oh where, tell me where is your highland laddie gone? |
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Oh where, tell me where is your highland laddie gone? |
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He's gone with streaming banners where noble deeds are done |
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And it's oh! in my heart I wish him safe at home. |
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Oh where, tell me where did your highland laddie dwell? |
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Oh where, tell me where did your highland laddie dwell? |
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He dwelt in bonnie Scotland where bloom the sweet bluebells |
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And it's oh! in my heart I rue my laddie well. |
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Oh what, tell me what, does your Highland laddie wear? |
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Oh what, tell me what, does your Highland laddie wear? |
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A bonnet with a lofty plume, and on his breast a plaid |
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And it's oh, in my heart I lo'ed my Highland lad |
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Oh what, tell me what if your highland lad be slain? |
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Oh what, tell me what if your highland lad be slain? |
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Oh no, true love will be his guide and bring him safe again |
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For it's oh! my heart would break if my highland lad were slain. |
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Suppose, ah suppose, that some cruel, cruel wound |
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Should peirce your Highland laddie and all your hopes confound: |
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The pipe would play a cheering march the banners round him fly, |
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And for his kind and county dear with pleasure would he die. |
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Oh where and oh where is your Highland laddie gone? |
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Oh where and oh where is your Highland laddie gone? |
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He's gone to fight the foe for King George on the throne, |
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And it's oh! in my heart I wish him safe at home. |
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Oh where and oh where did your Highland laddie dwell? |
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Oh where and oh where did your Highland laddie dwell? |
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He dwelt in merry Scotland at the Sign of the Blue Bell |
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And it's oh! in my heart I love my laddie well. |
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Oh how, tell me how, is your Highland laddie clad? |
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Oh how, tell me how, is your Highland laddie clad? |
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His bonnet's of the Saxon green, his waistcoat of the plaid |
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And it's oh, in my heart that I love that Highland lad |
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Suppose, oh suppose that your Highland lad should die! |
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Suppose, oh suppose that your Highland lad should die! |
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The bagpipes should play o'er him, and I'd lay me down and cry; |
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But it's oh! in my heart that I feel he will not die. |
