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Come all ye young lasses whar hae ye been 
Sae sleepy and drowsy, I ken by your een 
In all the wide world, you’ll ne’er find a frien’ 
Like the lads that were reared among heather

Awa’ wi’yer satins, yer silks and yer shawls 
Yer soirees and yer parties and yer elegant balls 
For a dance in the barn’s worth ten in the hall 
Wi’ the lads that were reared among heather 

Tak’ a walk roon yer cities, braw buildings outside 
Gaze on the splendours and the wonder with pride 
Fine ships have been built, on the banks o’ the Clyde 
By the lads that were reared among heather

Awa’ wi’ yer satins, yer silk and yer shawls 
Yer soirees and yer parties and yer elegant balls 
For a dance in the barn’s worth ten in the hall 
Wi the lads that were reared among heather

When the Queen wants some soldiers, she kens whaur to send 
To the mountains and valleys, the hills and the glens 
Wi’ their bonnets and plaids, they’re aye true tae the end 
Are the lads that wers reared among heather

Awa’ wi’ yer satins, yer silks and yer shawls 
Yer soirees and yer parties and yer elegant balls 
For a dance in the barn’s worth ten in the hall 
Wi the lads that were reared among heather

Now England can boast for the seet scented rose 
And Ireland can boast for the shamrock she grows 
But gi’ me the land, where the clear water flows 
And the mountains are covered with heather

Awa’ wi’ yer satins, yer silks and yer shawls, 
Yer soirees and yer parties and yer elegant balls 
For a dance in the barn’s worth ten in the hall 
Wi’ the lads that were reared among heather

Awa’ wi’ yer satins, yer silks and yer shawls 
Yer soirees and yer parties and yer elegant balls 
For a dance in the barn’s worth ten in the hall 
Wi’ the lads that were reared among heather
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