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BRAES O' BIRNIEBOUZLE.
Air-'Braes o' Tullymet.'
Will ye gang wi' me, lassie,
To the braes o' Birniebouzle?
Baith the earth and sea, lassie,
Will I rob to fend ye:
I'll hunt the otter and the brock,
The hart, the hare the heather cock,
An' pu' the limpet aff the rock,
To fatten and to fend ye.
To the braes o' Birniebouzle?
Baith the earth and sea, lassie,
Will I rob to fend ye:
I'll hunt the otter and the brock,
The hart, the hare the heather cock,
An' pu' the limpet aff the rock,
To fatten and to fend ye.
If ye gang wi' me, lassie,
To the braes o' Birniebouzle,
Till the day ye die lassie,
Ye shall aye hae plenty:
The peats I'll carry in a skull,
The cod and ling wi' lines I'll pull,
An' reave the eggs o' mony a gull,
To mak ye dishes dainty.
To the braes o' Birniebouzle,
Till the day ye die lassie,
Ye shall aye hae plenty:
The peats I'll carry in a skull,
The cod and ling wi' lines I'll pull,
An' reave the eggs o' mony a gull,
To mak ye dishes dainty.
Sae cheery will ye be, lassie,
I' the braes o' Birniebouzle:
Donald Gun and me lassie,
Ever will attend ye,
I' the braes o' Birniebouzle:
Donald Gun and me lassie,
Ever will attend ye,
