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The Braes of Balquhidder.

Let us go, lassie, go
To the braes of Balquhidder,
Where the blae-berries grow
'Mang the bonnie Highland heather;
Where the deer and the roe,
Lightly bounding together,
Sport the lang summer day
On the braes o' Balquhidder.

I will twine thee a bow'r,
By the clear siller fountain,
And I'll cover it o'er
Wi' the flow'rs o' the mountain;
I'll range through the wilds,
And the steep glens so dreary,
And return wi' their spoils
To the bow'r o' my dearie.

While the lads o' the south
Toil for bare war'ly treasure,
To the lads o' the north
Ev'ry day brings its pleasure;
Tho' simple are the joys
The brave Highlander possesses,
Yet he feels no annoys,
For he fears no distresses.