The Braes o' Balquhither |
Robert Tannahill
Let us go, lassie, go, To the braes o' Balquhither, Where the blae-berries grow 'Mang the bonny Highland heather; Where the deer and the rae, Lightly bounding together, Sport the lang simmer day On the braes o' Balquhither.
2. I will twine thee a bower, | 3. 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 dean shieling ring Wi' the light lilting chorus.
4. Now the simmer is in prime, |