This version is given in "The Scottish Songs" edited by Robert Chambers, Edinburgh: William Tait, 1829. It can be viewed at Google Book Search. Note there is no chorus. I have boldfaced the differences in wording between this version and the one posted by Bruce O above; beyond that, the only differences are in spelling and punctuation.

THE BRAES O' BALQUHITHER.
Robert Tannahill

LET us go, lassie go
To the braes of Balquhither,
Where the blae-berries grow,
'Mang the bonnie Highland heather;
Where the 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 siller fountain,
And I'll cover it o'er
Wi' the flow'rs o' 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 o' the linn
On the night-breeze is swelling,
So merrily we'll sing,
As the storm rattles o'er us,
Till the dear sheiling ring
Wi' the light lilting chorus.

Now the summer is in prime,
Wi' the flow'rs richly blooming,
An' 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.

[Another old volume says: AIR--"The Three Carls o' Buchanan."]