My Harry was a gallant gay,

Fu' stately strade he on the plain;

But now he's banish'd far away,

I'll never see him back again.

Chorus.—O for him back again!

O for him back again!

I wad gie a' Knockhaspie's land

For Highland Harry back again.

When a' the lave gae to their bed,

I wander dowie up the glen;

I set me down and greet my fill,

And aye I wish him back again.

O for him, &c.

O were some villains hangit high,

And ilka body had their ain!

Then I might see the joyfu' sight,

My Highland Harry back again.

O for him, &c.