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High upon Highlands and low upon Tay,
Bonny George Campbell he rode out on a day.
Saddled, bridled, so gallant rode he,
Home came his good horse but never came he.
Saddled and booted and bridled rode he,
A plume to his helmet, a sword at his knee.
Empty came his saddle all bloody to see,
Home came his good horse but never came he
Saddled and bridled and booted rode he,
A plume in his helmet, a sword at his knee.
His hounds running by him, his hawk flying free,
Home came his good horse but never came he.
For a band of MacDonalds he met on his way.
For they seized him and cut him on St. Stephen’s Day
They strung him, they hung him up high in a tree.
So hame came his good horse but never came he.
Down came his mother grieving full sore,
Down came his bonnie wife tearing her hair,
“The meadow is green and the corn is unshorn,
The house is unfinished and the baby's unborn.”
Over the hill rode MacDonald the Red,
And tied to his saddle young Campbell was dead.
Now the valleys they lie so green and the com lies unshorn.
For bonny George Campbell will never return.
High upon Highlands and low upon Tay,
Bonny George Campbell he rode out on a day.
Saddled, bridled, so gallant rode he,
Home came his good horse but never came he. |
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