Coming o'er the Hills o' Coupar

Coming o'er the Hills o' Coupar,Coming o'er the Hills o' Coupar,Donald in a sudden wrath,Ran his Highland dirk into her.

Donald Brodie met a lass,Coming o'er the Hills o' Coupar,Donald wi' his Highland wand.Sounded a' the bits about her.

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Weel I wat she was a queanWad mak' a body's mouth to water;Our mess John, wi's auld grey pow,His holy lips wad lickit at her.

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Up she started in a fright,And o'er the braes what she could bicker,Let her gang, said Donald now.For in her a—e my shot is sicker.

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