But weary fa' the waefu' Woodie! woe betide, gallows
Wi' sighs and sobs, she thus began
To wail her braw John Highlandman:—
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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.
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