Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79.

Balquhidder

The Braes o’ Balquhither

By Robert Tannahill (1774–1810)

LET us go, lassie, go,

To the braes o’ Balquhither,

Where the blaeberries grow

’Mang the bonnie Highland heather;

Where the deer and the roe,

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 of the mountain;

I will range through the wilds,

And the deep glens sae drearie,

And return wi’ the spoils

To the bower o’ my dearie.

When the rude wintry win’

Idly raves round our dwelling,

And the roar of the linn

On the night breeze is swelling,

So merrily we ’ll sing,

As the storm rattles o’er us,

Till the dear shieling ring

Wi’ the light lilting chorus.

Now the summer ’s in prime

Wi’ the flowers 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 braes o’ Balquhither.