The Braes of Balquhither

Let us go, laie, go To the braes of Balquhither, Where the blae-berries grow ’Mang the bonnie Highland heather; Where the deer and the rae, Lightly bounding together, Sport the land ummer day On the braes o’ Balquhither.

When the rude wintry win’ Idly raves round his dwelling, And the roar of the linn, On the night breeze is welling, Then o merrily he’ll ing, As the torm rattles o’er him, To the dear hieling ring, Wi’ the light lilting jorum.

Now the ummer is in prime, Wi’ the flow’rs richly blooming, And the wild mountain thyme A’ the moorlands perfuming; To our dear native cenes Let us journey together, Where glad Innocence reigns, ’Mang the braes o’ Balquhither.