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Robert Tannahill (Роберт Таннахилл)


The Braes o’ Balquhither


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.



Robert Tannahill's other poems:
  1. Our Bonny Scots Lads
  2. The Lass o’ Arranteenie
  3. Song (The evening sun's gaen down the west)
  4. Craigie Lea
  5. Through Crockston Castle’s Lanely Wa’s


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