The Pocket Songster/The Braes of Balquhither
THE BRAES OF BALQUHITHER.
Let us go, lassie, go
To the braes o' Balquhither,
Where the blae-berries grow
v'Mang the bonnie Highland heather;
Where the deer and the rae
Lightly bounding together,
Sport the lang summer day
On the braes o' Balquhither.
I will twine thee a bower,
By the clear siller fountain,
And I'll cover it o'er
Wi' the flowers o' the mountain;
I will range through the wilds,
And the deep glens sae dreary,
And return wi' their spoils,
To the bower 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 sheeling ring
Wi' the light lilting chorus.
Now the summer is in prime,
Wi' the flowers richly blooming,
And the wild mountain thyme
A' the moorlands perfuming;
To our dear native scenes
Let us journey together,
Where glad innocence reigns
'Mang the braes o' Balquhither. Tannahill.