The Braes o’ Balquhither.
Arranged by Finlay Dun.
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Let us go, lassie go,
To the braes of Balquhither,
Where the blae berries grow
‘Mang the bonnie highland heather.
Where the deer and the rae
Lightly bounding together,
Sport the lang summer day
On the braes o’ Balquhither
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Let us go, lassie go,
To the braes o’ Balquhither,
Where the blae berries grow
‘Mang the bonnie highland heather.
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I will twine thee a bow’r,
By the clear siller fountain
And I’ll cover it o’er
Wi’ the flowers o’ the mountain,
I will range thro’ the wilds
And the deep glens sae dreary,
And return wi’ their spoils
To the bow’r o’ my dearie.
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Will ye go, &c.
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When the rude wintry win’
Idly raves round our dwelling,
And the roar of the linn
On the night breeze is swelling,
So merrily we’ll sing,
As the storm rattles o’er us,
Till the dear sheeling ring
Wi’ the light lilting chorus.
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Will ye go, &c.
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Now the summer is in prime,
Wi’ the flowers richly blooming,
And the wild mountain thyme
A’ the moorlands perfuming,
In our dear native scenes
Let us journey together,
Where glad innocence reigns
‘Mang the braes o’ Balquhither.
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Let us go, &c.