Nae gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair, <br />Shall ever be my muse's care; <br />Their titles a' are empty show; <br />Gie me my Highland Lassie, O. <br /> Within the glen sae bushy, O, <br /> Aboon the plain sae rushy, O, <br /> I sit me down wi' right good will, <br /> To sing my Highland Lassie, O. <br /> <br />Oh, were yon hills and valleys mine, <br />Yon palace and yon gardens fine! <br />The world then the love should know <br />I bear my Highland Lassie, O. <br /> Within the glen... <br /> <br />But fickle fortune frowns on me, <br />And I maun cross the raging sea; <br />But while my crimson currents flow <br />I'll love my highland Lassie, O. <br /> Within the glen... <br /> <br />Altho' thro' foreign climes I range, <br />I know her heart will never change, <br />For her bosom burns with honor's glow, <br />My faithful highland Lassie, O. <br /> Within the glen... <br /> <br />For her I'll dare the billows' roar, <br />For her I'll trace a distant shore, <br />That Indian wealth may lustre throw <br />Around my Highland Lassie, O. <br /> Within the glen... <br /> <br />She has my heart, she has my hand, <br />By sacred troth and honor's band! <br />Till the mortal stroke shall lay me low, <br />I'm thine, my highland Lassie, O. <br /> Farewell the glen sae bushy, O! <br /> Farewell the plain sae rushy, O! <br /> To other lands I now must go, <br /> To sing my Highland Lassie, O!<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-highland-lassie-o/
