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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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Sing hey, my braw John Highlandman!
Sing ho, my braw John Highlandman!
There's no a lad in a' the lan'
Was match for my John Highlandman.

With his philibeg an' tartan plaid, [kilt]
And gude claymore down by his side, [two-handed sword]
The ladies' hearts he did trepan,
My gallant braw John Highlandman.

We ranged a' from Tweed to Spey,
And lived like lords and ladies gay;
For a Lalland face he feared none,
My gallant braw John Highlandman.

They banish'd him beyond the sea;
But ere the bud was on the tree,
Adown my cheeks the pearls ran,
Embracing my John Highlandman.