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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




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

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