Lawland Lads think they are fine
But, oh ,they're vain and idly gaudy
How much unlike the graceful mein
And manly looks o' my Highland Laddie

If I were free at will tae choose
To be the wealthiest Lawland Lady
I'd tak' young Donald without trews
Wi' bonnet blue and Highland plaidie

Oh my bonnie, bonnie Highland Laddie
Oh my bonnie, bonnie Highland Laddie
When I was sick and like tae die
He rowed me in his Highland plaidie

O'er Benty Hill wi' him I'll run
And leave my Lawland kin and daddy
Frae winter's cauld and summer's sun
He'll screen me in his Highland plaidie

A painted room, a silken red
Maun please a Lawland Laird and Lady
But I can kiss and be as glad
Behind a bush in his Highland plaidie

Nae greater joy I'll e'er pretend
Than that his love prove true and steady
Like mine tae him which ne'er shall end
While heaven preserves my Highland Laddie
Oh my bonnie, bonnie Highland Laddie
Oh my bonnie, bonnie Highland Laddie
When I was sick and like tae die
He rowed me in his Highland plaidie