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 Now evening recoils o'er the visage of day,

Secluded, unseen, and unheeded we'll stray;

I long for my charmer, may nought ever harm her,

Maria, the fairest of maids.

But, hark! she is coming, I see her appearing;

Transported the moment of bliss, so endearing,

When heart joins to heart, never more will I part

With Maria, the fairest of maids.

us go, lassie, go

To the braes o' Balquhither,

Where the blae-berries grow

v'Mang the bonnie Highland heather;

Where the deer and the rae

Lightly bounding together,

Sport the lang summer day

On the braes o' Balquhither.

I will twine thee a bower,

By the clear siller fountain,

And I'll cover it o'er

Wi' the flowers o' the mountain;

I will range through the wilds,

And the deep glens sae dreary,

And return wi' their spoils,

To the bower o' my deary.