This text comes from The Scottish Minstrel (Second Series), a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
Haud awa, bide awa,
Haud awa frae me, Donald;
What care I for a' your wealth,
An' a' that ye can gie, Donald?
I wadna lea' my Lowland lad
For a' your goud an' gear, Donald;
Sae tak your plaid, and o'er the hill,
An' stay, nae langer here, Donald.
Haud awa, bide awa, &c.
My Jamie is a gallant youth—
I lo'e but him alane, Donald;
And in bonnie Scotland's isle
Like him there is nane, Donald.
Haud awa, bide awa,
Haud awa frae me, Donald;
What care I for a' your wealth,
An' a' that ye can gie, Donald?
He wears nae plaid, nor tartan hose,
Nor garters at his knee, Donald;
But O he wears a faithfu' heart!
And love blinks in his e'e, Donald.
Sae haud awa, bide awa,
Come nae mair at e'en, Donald;
I wadna break my Jamie's heart,
To be a Highland queen, Donald.