THE BLUE BELL OF SCOTLAND

Oh where, and oh where, is your Highland laddie gone? He's gone to fight the French for King George upon the throne; And it's oh, in my heart, how I wish him safe at home! Oh where, and oh where, does your Highland laddie dwell? He dwells in merry Scotland, at the sign of the Blue Bell; And it's oh, in my heart, that I love my laddie well. In what clothes, in what clothes is your Highland laddie clad? His bonnet's of the Saxon green, his waistcoat's of the plaid; And it's oh, in my heart, that I love my Highland lad. Suppose, oh, suppose that your Highland lad should die? The bagpipes shall play over him, and I'll lay me down and cry; And it's oh, in my heart, I wish he may not die.