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Will ye go to the highlands my jewel with me, Will you go to the high hills the flocks for to see, It is health for my jewel to breath the sweet air And to pull the blae-berries in the forest so fair.

To the highlands my jewel I'll not go wi' For the road it is long and the hills they are I love these valleys and sweet corn fields. More than all the blae-berries your will.

Our hills are bonny when the heather's in bloom, It would cheer a fine fancy in the month of June. To pull the bae-berries and carry them home Set there on your table when December come

Out spake her Father that savey old man, You might chosen a mistress among your own It's cut poor entertainment to our loland dame To promise them berries aft blue heather blooms

Kilt up your green plaidie, walk over, yon hill For a sight of your highland face does me no ill For I'll wed my daughter and spare pennies too To whom my heart pleases and what's that to you.

My plaid it is broad and has colours anew, Good man for your kindness I'll leave it with you. I've got a warm cordial keeps a cold from The blyth blink of love from your daughter's