She cometh from the place high above

where mountains meet sky and clouds

where winds be strong and cold

whilst populace be sure and bold

from the land for those who be called Scots

was she delivered on to this world

It is from this land of the British isles

that my Lady cometh from

regal in her appearance

in tresses a brown

framing a face of beauty

which be not aware of boundaries

My lady of the highlands

with skin a pale

as the blossoms to be found

on apples while her checks

and lips be red as the fire of

her blood

My lady of the highlands

saunters on legs that stand

as sturdy and lovely in

their sensuality

that makes me feel her lust

as she gives to me in acts of

tenderness that which she

holdeth for mine and taketh

as we giveth

My lady of the highlands

is where I placeth my root

in what be the rose

of her womanhood that taketh

from mine that which be

essence of what is to be

My lady of the highlands

be romantic as is the land

which she be born in

of love and emotions

that be stern as the folk

who inhabit them

My lady of the highlands

free she be born in the spirit

of those of her nation

that adore with passion

as she does me who have been

captured by her womanly courage

that like the bagpipes she plays

has not choice but to let out its joy

for all to hear