High upon Highlands and low upon Tay.
Bonnie George Campbell rode out on a day.
Saddled and bridled so gallant rode he.
Home came his good horse but never came he.
Home came his good horse but never came he.
Saddled and bridled and booted rode he.
With a plume on his helmet and a sword by his knee.
Home came his saddle all bloody to see.
Home came his good horse but never came he.
Home came his good horse but never came he.
Down came his mother with her heart full of woe.
Down came his bonnie wife, her hair hanging low.
The fields they are green and the corn is unshorn.
The barns they are empty and the baby's unborn.
The barns they are empty and the baby's unborn.
High upon Highlands and low upon Tay.
Bonnie George Campbell rode out on a day.
Saddled and bridled so gallant rode he.
Home came his good horse but never came he.
Home came his good horse but never came he.