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THE BRAES OF BALQUHITHER.
Words by Tannahill. Air,—"The three earls o' Buchanan." Key-note D.
Let us go, lassie, go
To the braes o' Balquhither,
Where the blueberries grow
'Mang the bonnie Highland heather;
Where the deer and the roe,
Lightly bounding together.
Sport the lang simmer day
On the braes o' Balquhither.
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 deary.
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 sheillin' ring
Wi' the light lilting chorus.
Now the summer is in prime,
Wi' the flow'rs richly blooming,
And the wild mountain-thyme
A' the moorland's perfuming;
To our dear native scenes
Let us journey together,
Where glad innocence reigns
'Mang the braes o' Balquhither.
LOGAN WATER.
Words by Burns. Air very old. Key-note G minor
O Logan, sweetly didst thou glide,
That day I was my Willie’s bride;
And years sinsyne hae o'er us run,
Like Logan to the simmer sun.
But now thy flow'ry banks appear
Like drumlie winter, dark and drear,
While my dear lad maun face his foes,
Far, far frae me and Logan braes.
