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Inspired by the painting "Highland Lassie" (1871) by Thomas Faed. (Verse One; In introduction to Cailin) Walkin' on the highways, searchin' down the byways, Tromps a lonely figure on the Highland roads; Peerin' from the Highdown, breezin' through the lake town, Askin' of a question erry where he goes: (Chorus; Cailin, followed by some villagefolk) And it's, "Marry, gather 'round! for she hasna' yet been found; I come lookin' for the truest lass, as only one can be: I've a letter do deliver; as you see, it says to give 'er To the fairest Highland lassie from Loch Leven to the sea." "Here's a lass," they proudly say, "fair as June and sweet as May, And it's sure that she's the fairest in the Highland mountains steep: Through the heather you may go, climb the mountains capped with snow, But you'll never find a better lass on which your eyes to peep." (Verse Two; Cailin's thoughts) Some of them were pouty, others even dowdy; "These," he thought, "would never do in fifteen years: Beauty on the outside, nothin' on the inside, Leaves a girl with nothin' when it fades to tears." (Chorus; Cailin's continuing journey) Trav'lin' all around, for she hasna' yet been found; He's come lookin' for the truest lass, as only one can be: With a letter do deliver; as you see, it says to give 'er To the fairest Highland lassie from Loch Leven to the sea." "Here's a lass," they proudly say, "fair as June and sweet as May," But you canna' tell the fairest one except you see them all: And the lassies sweetly smile, for this stranger to beguile, As 'e treads throughout the Highlands from the winter to the fall. (Verse Three; Cailin's travels and troubles) From the banks of Lomon', up to Durness roamin', How's a wight to judge betwixt a thousand score? Steps were waxing weary, days were growing dreary, 'Till 'e saw a lass 'e hadna' met before. (Chorus; Cailin, to a lass called Ellsie and her villagefolk) And it's, "Marry, gather 'round, for the lassie here is found! I 'ave searched and found the truest lass, as only one can be: Here the letter I deliver; as you see, it says to give 'er To the fairest Highland lassie from Loch Leven to the sea. "Here's a lass," I proudly say, "fair as June and sweet as May, And it's sure that she's the fairest in the Highland mountains steep: Through the heather you may go, climb the mountains capped with snow, But you'll never find a better lass on which your eyes to peep." (Verse Four; Ellsie's villagefolk reply in confusion) Then they said, "Oh, please, Sir, don't you taunt and tease 'er, Caint you tell she's plainer e'en than Skye down dell? Caint you tell you've pained 'er? don't do that again, Sir, Lest you 'ave a reason, and if so, pray tell." (Chorus; Cailin's reply, followed by Ellsie reading the letter) "O'er the braes an' through the moor, I 'ave trode my walkers sore, All to find the truest lassie in the Highlands boggy peat; And the truest lass is fair, for the true shall never wear, So I say that here's the truest, fairest lass I've chanced to meet." Then she opened up the scroll, and she read it to the full, And for those who chance to wonder, I shall quote you what she read: "When the fairest lass I find, if our wishes are aligned, I should wish to know thee better, lass, and then, perhaps, to wed." (Verse Five; Ellsie's reply to the letter) Then she said, "Oh, come, Sir; don't be sad or glum, Sir; Meet my father, mother, and my sisters small: Soon the bells were ringin', people gladly singin' "Here's the lad who worked to find the best of all." (Chorus, which Ellsie's villagefolk sing at the wedding) "O'er the braes an' through the moor, 'e 'as trode 'is walkers sore, All to find the truest lassie in the Highlands boggy peat; And the truest lass is fair, for the true shall never wear, So I say that here's the truest, fairest lass I've chanced to meet. "Here's a lass," we proudly say, "fair as June and sweet as May, And it's sure that she's the fairest in the Highland mountains steep: Through the heather you may go, climb the mountains capped with snow, But you'll never find a better lass on which your eyes to peep." Note: the verses are written using trochaic feet, meaning that they begin with a stressed syllable, followed by an unstressed, and so on repeatedly. The fifth foot (syllables nine and ten) in the second and fourth lines of the verses is a spondee, meaning two stressed syllables in one foot. I mention this for ease in correct reading. An example of this same device is "Since the Savior Found Me" by Edgar J. Haskins, (in last line of verses and refrain).

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