Mary's Dream (1812)/The Braes of Balquhither

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'The Braes of Balquhither

Let us go, laſſie, go
To the braes of Balquhither,
Where the bale-berries grow
M'ang the bonnie Highland best
Where the deer and the rae,
Lightly bounding together,
Sport I the load ſummer day
On the braes o Balquhither.

I will time the 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 ſo 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
Tho' ſimple are the joys
The brave Highlander poſſeſſes,
Yet he feels no annoys.
For he fears no diſtreſſes:

When the rude wintry win'
Idly raves round his dwelling,
And the roar of the linn,
On the night breeze is ſwelling
Then ſo merrily he'll ſing,
As the ſtorm rattles o'er him,
To the dear ſhieling ring,
Wi' the light lifting jorum.

Now the ſummer is in prime,
Wi' the flow'rs richly blooming,
And the wild mountain thyme
A' the moorlands perfuming;
To our dear native ſcenes
Let us journey together,
Where glad Innocence reigns,
'Mang the brace o' Balquhither.

This work was published before January 1, 1927, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.