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WILL you go to the highlands my jewel with Will you go to the highlands the flocks for to It is health to my jewel to breathe the sweet And to pull the blaeberries in the forest so fair.

To the highlands my jewel I will not go with For the road it is long, and the hills they are I love those vallies and sweet corn fields, More than all the blaeberries your wild yield.

Our hills they are bonny when the heather’s bloom, It would cheer a fine fancy in the month of To pull the blaeberries and carry them home, And set them on your table when December on.

Out spake her father, that saucy old man, You might have chosen a mistress among own clan, It’s but poor entertainment to our lowland To promise them berries and blue heather