Robert Burns

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MY Harry was a gallant gay,
  Fu’ stately strade he on the plain!
But now he’s banish’d far away,
  I’ll never see him back again.

  O for him back again!
    O for him back again!
  I wad gie a’ Knockhaspie’s land,
    For Highland Harry back again.

When a’ the lave gae to their bed,
  I wander dowie up the glen;
I sit me down and greet my fill,
  And aye I wish him back again.

O were some villains hangit high,
  And ilka body had their ain,
Then I might see the joyfu’ sight,
  My Highland Harry back again!