Robert Tannahill, The Sentimental Songster — My Dear Highland Laddie… (1840s)
“ Muddy are the streams that gush’d down sae clearly, O, Silent are the rocks that echoed sae gladly, O, The wild-melting strains o’ my dear Highland laddie, O.Oh! love is like the morning, sae gladsome and bonnie, O, Till winds fa’ a storming, and clouds lower sae rainy, O, As nature in winter droops, withering sae sadly, O, Sae lang may I mourn for my dear Highland laddie, O. ”
