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High upon highlands and low upon Tay Bonny James Campbell rode out on a day He saddled, he bridled, how gallant rode he Home came his good horse but never came he Home came his good horse but never came he Out came his mother, weeping full sore Out came his new bride, a-tearing her hair "My meadow lies green and my corn is unshorn My barn is to build and my baby unborn My barn is to build and my baby unborn." Saddled and bridled and booted rode he A plume in his helmet, a sword at his knee His hounds running by him, his hawk flying free Home came his good horse but never came he Home came his good horse but never came he Empty the saddle, all bloody to see... Home came his good horse but never came he Home came his good horse but never came he