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The Highland Laddie.

By Robert Burns

Topics: classic

Tune - "If thou'lt play me fair play." I.         The bonniest lad that e'er I saw,             Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie,         Wore a plaid, and was fu' braw,             Bonnie Highland laddie.         On his head a bonnet blue,             Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie;         His royal heart was firm and true,             Bonnie Highland laddie. II.         Trumpets sound, and cannons roar,             Bonnie lassie; Lowland lassie;         And a' the hills wi' echoes roar,             Bonnie Lowland lassie.         Glory, honour, now invite,             Bonnie lassie, Lowland lassie,         For freedom and my king to fight,             Bonnie Lowland lassie. III.         The sun a backward course shall take,             Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie,         Ere aught thy manly courage shake,             Bonnie Highland laddie.         Go, for yourself procure renown,             Bonnie laddie, Highland laddie;         And for your lawful king, his crown,             Bonnie Highland laddie.

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About Robert Burns

Robert Burns (1759–1796) was Scotland's national poet, celebrated worldwide on Burns Night. He wrote in Scots and English, producing poems like "Auld Lang Syne," "A Red, Red Rose," and "To a Mouse," championing democratic values and the dignity of common people.

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