• Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream!
      When first on them I met my lover;
    Thy braes how dreary, Yarrow stream!
      When now thy waves his body cover.

    Forever now, O Yarrow stream!
      Thou art to me a stream of sorrow;
    For never on thy banks shall I
      Behold my love, the flower of Yarrow.

    He promised me a milk-white steed,...

  • Let us go, lassie, go

    To the braes o' Balquhither,

    Where the blae-berries grow

    'Mang the bonnie Highland heather;

    Where flie deer and the rae

    Lightly bounding together,

    Sport the lang summer day

    On the braes o' Balquhither.


    I will twine thee a bower,

    By the clear...