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1
The Highlandmen hae a’ come down,
They’ve a’ come down almost,
They’ve stowen away the bonny lass,
The Lady of Arngosk.
2
They hae put on her petticoat,
Likewise her silken gown;
The Highland man he drew his sword,
Said, Follow me ye’s come.
3
Behind her back they’ve tied her hands,
An then they set her on;
‘I winna gang wi you,’ she said,
‘Nor ony Highland loon.’
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