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my talent misteuk, But what will ye hae of a fool? [have] For drink I would venture my neck; A hizzie's the half o' my craft; [wench] But what could ye other expect, Of ane that's avowedly daft? [crazy] I ance was tied up like a stirk, [bullock] For civilly swearing and quaffing; I ance was abused i' the kirk, [rebuked] For touzling a lass i' my daffin. [rumpling, fun] Poor Andrew that tumbles for sport, Let naebody name wi' a jeer; There's even, I'm tauld, i' the Court, A tumbler ca'd the Premier. Observ'd ye yon reverend lad Maks faces to tickle the mob? He rails at our mountebank squad-- It's rivalship just i' the job! And now my conclusion I'll tell, For faith! I'm confoundedly dry; The chiel that's a fool for himsel', [fellow] Gude Lord! he's far dafter than I. Recitativo Then niest outspak a raucle carlin, [next, rough beldam] Wha kent fu' weel to cleek the sterling. [steal, cash] For mony a pursie she had hookit, An' had in mony a well been dookit; [ducked] Her love had been a Highland laddie, But weary fa' the waefu' Woodie! [woe betide, gallows] Wi' sighs and sobs, she thus began To wail her braw John Highlandman:-- Air 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. CHORUS 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. But och! they catch'd him at the last, And bound him in a dun
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