[steal, cash]
For mony a pursie she had hookit,
An' had in mony a well been dookit; [ducked]
Her love had been a Highland laddie,
But weary fa' the waefu' Woodie! [woe betide, gallows]
Wi' sighs and sobs, she thus began
To wail her braw John Highlandman:--
Air
TUNE: O An' Ye Were Dead, Guidman
A Highland lad my love was born,
The Lalland laws he held in scorn; [Lowland]
But he still was faithfu' to his clan,
My gallant braw John Highlandman.
CHORUS
Sing hey, my braw John Highlandman!
Sing ho, my braw John Highlandman!
There's no a lad in a' the lan'
Was match for my John Highlandman.
With his philibeg an' tartan plaid, [kilt]
And gude claymore down by his side, [two-handed sword]
The ladies' hearts he did trepan,
My gallant braw John Highlandman.
We ranged a' from Tweed to Spey,
And lived like lords and ladies gay;
For a Lalland face he feared none,
My gallant braw John Highlandman.
They banish'd him beyond the sea;
But ere the bud was on the tree,
Adown my cheeks the pearls ran,
Embracing my John Highlandman.
But och! they catch'd him at the last,
And bound him in a dungeon fast;
My curse upon them every one!
They've hang'd my braw John Highlandman.
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