Classic Poem

As I came o'er the Cairney Mount
And down the blooming heather
The Highland laddie drew his dirk
And sheath'd it in my wanton leather.

O my bonnie, bonnie Highland lad,
My handsome, charming Highland laddie;
When I am sick and like to die,
He'll row me in his Highland plaidie.

With me he play'd his warlike pranks,
And on me boldly did adventure,
He did attack me on both flanks,
And pushed me fiercely in the centre.

O, My Bonnie & c

A furious battle then began,
Wi' equal courage and desire,
Altho' he struck me three to one,
I stood my ground and receiv'd his fire.

O, my bonnie & c

But our ammunition being spent,
And we quite out o'breath an' sweating,
We did agree with ae consent,
To fight it out at the next meeting.

O, my bonnie & c