Lewie Gordon

O send Lewie Gordon hame, And the lad I daurna name; Though his back be at the wa', Here's to him that's far awa. 2O hon, my Highlandman! 2O my bonnie Highlandman, 2Weel would I my true love ken 2Amang ten thousand Highlandmen.

O to see his tartan trews, Bonnet blue, and laigh-heeled shoes, Phiibeg aboon his knee; That's the lad that I'll gang wi'. 2O hon, &c.

This lovely youth, of whom I sing, Is fitted for to be a King; On his breast he wears a star, You'd take him for the god of war. 2O hon, &c.

O to see this princely one Seated on a royal throne, Disasters a' would disappear: Then begins the jub'lee year. 2O hon, &c.