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THE
BLAE BERRIES.
WIll you go to the highlands jewel with me,
Will you go to the high hills the flocks to see,
It is health for my jewel to breathe the sweet air,
And to pull the blaeberries in the forest so fair.
To the highlands my jewel I will not go with thee,
For the road it is long and the hills they are high,
I do love these low vallies and sweet corn fields,
More than all your blaeberries your wild mountains yield.
