Thou art a queen, fair Lesley, Thy subjects we, before thee; The hearts o' men adore thee. The deil he couldna scaith thee, Or aught that wad belang thee; And say, 'I canna wrang thee!' The powers aboon will tent thee; That ill they'll ne'er let near thee. Return again, fair Lesley, Return to Caledonie! That we may brag, we hae a lass HIGHLAND MARY. 14TH NOVEMBER, 1792. Ye banks, and braes, and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie! There simmer first unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry; For there I took the last fareweel How sweetly bloomed the gay green birk, As underneath their fragrant shade |