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L us go Lassie, go To the braes of Balquither, Where the blae berries grow ’Mang the bonny Highland heather, Where the deer and the roe, Lightly bounding together; Sport the lang summer day On the braes of Balquither.

I will twine yon abower By the clear sille fountain, And I’ll cover it oer Wi’ the flower’s o’ the mountain; I’ll range through the wilds, And the steep glen sae dreary, And return wi’ their spoils To the bower of my learie.

While the lads o’ the south Toil for bare warl’y tresuretreasure [sic], To the lads o’ the north Every day brings its pleasure, Tho’ simple are the joys The brave Highlander possesses; Yet he feels no annoys, For he fears no distresses.