Songs We Like to Sing
He's gone to fight the foe, for King George upon the throne;
And it's oh! in my heart, how I wish him safe at home!
oh, where! and oh, where does your Highland laddie dwell?
He dewlt in merry Scotland at the sign of the Blue Bell;
And it's oh! in my heart, that I love my laddie well.
What clothes, in what clothes is your Highland laddie clad?
His bonnet's Saxon green, and his waist-coat of the plaid;
And it's oh! in my heart, that I love my Highland lad.
Suppose, and suppose that your Highland lad should die?
The bagpipes should play o'er him, I'd lay me down and cry;
And it's oh! in my heart, that I wish he may not die.
© 1999, Lynn Waterman