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She was a Highland Lass

She came through the mist

She was the sweetest Lassy'o

that I have ever kissed.

Coming through the mist I seen her smile

Coming through the mist I saw her rising 

Like a gypsy of love her kisses are free

she roams the country sweet as can be

 

 

 

 

 

Yes her kisses are free

and a sweet as can be

and from her tartan lips

The wild honey drips.

For she was wearing a highland ring

with all the love a girl could bring

As into the mist she steared

As into the mist she dissappeared

Like the gypsy of love you see

Freely she roams the country

 

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This was by John McVey of Kilcreggan, Argyllshire in Scotland.

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