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