The Highland Plaid

When the summer spreads the flowers, Busks the glen in leafy bowers, Then we’ll seek the cauler shed. Lean us on the primrose bed; While the burning hours preside, I’ll screen thee wi' ray Highland Plaid.

Then we’ll leave the sheep and goat, I will launch the bonny boat, Skim the loch in cantie glee, Rest the oars to pleasure thee; When chilly breezes sweep, the tide, I'll hap thee wi' my Highland Plaid.

Lowland lads may dress mair fine, Woo in words mair saft than mine; Lowland lads hae mair o' art, A' my boast’s an honest heart, Whilk shall ever be my pride, O row thee wi’ my Highland Plaid!