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BRAES OF BIRNIEBOUZLE.
Will ye gang wi’ me. lassie,
To the braes o' Birniebousle?
Baith the earth and sea, lassie.
Will I rob to send 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 send ye.
To the braes o' Birniebousle?
Baith the earth and sea, lassie.
Will I rob to send 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 send ye.
If ye gang wi' me, lassie,
To the braes o' Birnieboule,
Till the day ye die, lassie.
Ye shall aye hae plenty;
The peats I’ll carry in a skull,
The cod and line, wi’ lines I’ll pull,
An' reave the eggs o’ mony a gull,
To mak ye dishes dainty.
To the braes o' Birnieboule,
Till the day ye die, lassie.
Ye shall aye hae plenty;
The peats I’ll carry in a skull,
The cod and line, 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’ Birniebousle;
Donald Gun and me, lassie.
Ever will attend ye.
Though we hae neither milk nor meal,
Nor lamb nor mutton, beef nor veal.
We’ll sang the porpy and the seal.
An’ that’s the way to send ye.
I’ the braes o’ Birniebousle;
Donald Gun and me, lassie.
Ever will attend ye.
Though we hae neither milk nor meal,
Nor lamb nor mutton, beef nor veal.
We’ll sang the porpy and the seal.
An’ that’s the way to send ye.
