The Lawland lads thinks they are fine,
But O they'e vain an' idle gaudy!
​How much unlike that graceful mein,
An' manly looks o' my Highland laddie.

⁠O my bonny, bonny Highland laddie,
⁠My handsome charming Highland laddie;
⁠May heaven still guard, an' love reward
⁠Our Lawland lass an' her Highland laddie

If I were free at will to chuse,
⁠To be the wealthiest Lawland lady,
I'd tak young Donald without trews,
⁠Wi' bannet blue an' belted plaidy.
⁠Oh my bonny, &c.

The brawest beau in borrows town,
⁠In a' his airs, wi' art made ready,
Compar'd to him, he's but a clown;
⁠He's finer far in's tartan plaidy
⁠O my bonny, &c.

O'er benty hill wi' him I'll run,
⁠An' leave my Lawland kin an' daddy ;
Frae winter's cauld an' summers sun
⁠He'll screen me wi' his Highland plaidy.
⁠O my bonny, &c.

A painted room an' silken bed,
⁠May please a Lawland laird an' lady;
But I can kiss, an' be as glad,
⁠Behind a bush in 'a Highland plaidy.
⁠O my bonny, &c.

New compliments between us pass,
⁠I ca' him my dear Highland laddie;
An' he ca's me his Lawland lass,
⁠Syne rows me in his Highland plaidy.
⁠O my bonny, &c.

Nae greater joy I'll e'er pretend,
⁠Than that his love prove true an' steady,
Like mine to him; which ne'er shall end,
⁠While heaven preserves my Highland laddie.
⁠O my bonny, &c.