John Highlandman

A Highland lad my love was born,
The Lalland laws he held in scorn
But he still was faithfu to his clan,
My gallant, braw John Highlandman.
Chorus:

2. With his philibeg an tartan plaid,
An guid claymore down by his side,
The ladies' hearts he did trepan,
My gallant, braw John Highlandman.
Chorus:

3. We ranged a' from Tweed to Spey,
An liv'd like lords an ladies gay,
For a Lalland face he feared none,
My gallant, braw John Highlandman.
Chorus:

5. But, och! they catch'd him at the last,
And bound him in a dungeon fast:
My curse upon them every one-
They've hang'd my braw John Highlandman!
Chorus:

6. And now a widow I must mourn
The pleasures that will ne'er return;
No comfort but a hearty can,
When I think on John Highlandman.
Chorus: