I would be on a prosperous land
for Hyland Harry back again!
My Harry was a gallant gay,
Who stately strayed he on the plain,
But now he's banished far away,
And oh, he'll ne 'er come back again!
but he's long for Highland Harry,
When all the lave gang to their bed,
Up the glen and set me down,
And greet my fell for Highland Harry,
I would be on a hospice land
for Hyland Harry, back again!
Oh, where some villains hang it high,
And felt a body had their end,
Then I would see the joyful sight,
Oh, Hyland Harry, back again!
long for Ireland are he bark again!
I would be on out hospice land
For Hyland Harry back again
Sad was the day and sad the hour
He left me in his native plain
And rushed his injured friends to join
And oh, he ne 'er him back again
I would be on out hospice land
For Hyland Harry back again
Strong was my Harry's arm and met
Unmatched on o 'er the Highland plain
But ven geance has put down the Rat
And oh, he'll ne 'er come back again
I would be on O 'Cosby's land
For Highland Harry back again
