The Book of Scottish Song/The Braes aboon Bonaw

The Braes aboon Bonaw.

[Written and musie arranged by W. Gilfillan.]

Wilt thou go, my bonnie lassie,
Wilt thou go, my braw lassie,
Wilt thou go, say ay or nay,
To the braes aboon Bonaw, lassie?

Though Donald ha'e nae mickle fraise,
Wi' Lawland speeches fine, lassie,
What he'll impart comes frae the heart,
Sae let it be frae thine, lassie.
Wilt thou go, &c.

Wi' siller clasp I'll deck thy waist,
Wi' silken snood thy hair, lassie;
Thou'lt sleep 'twixt Donald and the wa',
On bed o' bent sae rare, lassie.
Wilt thou go, &c.

When summer days cleed a' the braes
Wi' blossom'd broom sae fine, lassie,
At milking sheel, we'll join the reel,
My flocks shall a' be thine, lassie.
Wilt thou go, &c.

I'll hunt the roe, the hart, the doe,
The tarmigan sae shy, lassie,
For duck an' drake I'll beat the brake,
Nae want shall thee come nigh, lassie.
Wilt thou go, &c.

For trout an' par, wi' canny care,
I'll wylie skim the flee, lassie;
Wi' sic like cheer I'll please my dear,
Then come awa' wi' me, lassie.
Wilt thou go, &c.

"Yes, I'll go, my bonnie laddie,
Yes, I'll go, my braw laddie;
I'll kilt my coats, I'll tent the goats,
On the braes aboon Bonaw, laddie.

"Gin thou'lt prove true thou's never rue
The love thou bear'st for me, laddie,
Ilk joy an' care wi' thee I'll share,
Until the day I dee, laddie.
Come awa', my bonnie laddie.
Come awa', my braw laddie
Come weel, come wae, I'll kilt and gae,
To the braes aboon Bonaw, laddie."

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