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us go, Lassie, go

to the braes of Balquither,

Where the blae-berries grow

’mang the bonnie Highland heather;

Where the deer and the rae,

lightly bounding together;

Sport the lang summer-day

on the braes o’Balquither.

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 thro’ the wilds

and the steep glens sae 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!