BRAES OF BIRNIEBOUZLE.
Will ye gang wi’ me. lassie,
To the braes o' Birniebouſle?
Baith the earth and sea, lassie.
Will I rob to ſend ye:
I'll hunt the otter and the brock,
The hart, the hare, the heather cock,
An' pu’ the limpet aff the rock.
To fatten and to ſend ye.
If ye gang wi' me, lassie,
To the braes o* Birnieboule,
Till the day ye die, lassie.
Ye shall aye hae plenty;
The peats I’ll carry in a skull,
The cod and line, wi’ lines I’ll pull,
An' reave the eggs o’ mony a gull,
To mak ye dishes dainty.
Sae cheery will ye be, lassie,
I’ the braes o’ Birniebouſle;
Donald Gun and me, lassie.
Ever will attend ye.
Though we hae neither milk nor meal,
Nor lamb nor mutton, beef nor veal.
We’ll ſang the porpy and the seal.
An’ that’s the way to ſend ye.
