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The bonnie lass amang the heather? Ah no! though lang I ettled sair, My tongue could never slip the tether, But weel the lassie guess'd my mind. That night amang the blooming heather. The balmy air, the glowing sky,
She charm'd my heart, and aye sinsyne, I could na think on any ither: By sea and sky she shall be mine. The bonny lass amang the heather. O'er the moor &c.
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For it’s up a wide and a lonely glen It was shaded by many a lofty mountain, For it being into the busy hands of men It being the first day that I went out a-hunting. For it being to me a happy day, There did I spied my roving fancy. She was herding her yowes to her knowes And in amongst the carling heather. For her coat was white, her gown was gre...
Noo, as I roved out one summer’s morn Amang the lofty hills and moorland and mountain, It was there I spied a lovely maid, Whilst I with others was out a-hunting. No shoes nor stockings did she wear; Neither had she hat nor had she feather, But her golden locks, aye, in ringlets rare In the gentle breeze played around her shoulders. “Oh,” I said, “...
Oh, as I rode out one morning fair Over lofty hill, moorland and mountain, It was there I met with a fine young girl, While I with others was hunting. No shoes nor stockings did she wear; Neither had she hat nor had she feather, But her golden curls, aye, and ringlets rare In the gentle breeze played round her shoulders. I said, “Fair lassie, why r...
As I roved out one summer’s morn Amang lofty hills, moorlands and mountains, It was there I spied a weel-taured maid As I with others was out a-huntin’. No shoes nor stockings did she wear, Neither had she cap nor had she feather. But her golden hair hung in ringlets fair And the gentle breeze played around her shoulders. I says, “Braw lassie, why ...
It’s up a wild and lonely glen, Shaded by many a fearful mountain, ’Twas far fae the busy haunts o men, The first day that I gaed oot a-huntin. Now I hae been tae parties and balls, And I hae been as far as Balquhidder, And the bonniest lassie that e’er I spied, She wis herdin her yowies among the heather. Her face wis white, her goun wis green, He...
The bonnie lass amang the heather. Authorship: by Jean Glover (1758 - 1801?)  [author's text not yet checked against a primary source] Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
Amang the bonnie blooming heather, There I met a bonnie lassie, Keeping a’ her ewes thegither. O’er the moor amang the heather, There I met a bonnie lassie, Keeping a’ her ewes thegither. Says I, my dear, where is thy hame,— In moor, or dale, pray tell me whether? She says, I tend the fleecy flocks. That feed amang the blooming heather.
O’er the muir, &c. We laid us down upon a bank, Sae warm and sunnie was the weather; She left her flocks at large to rove. Amang the bonny blooming heather. O’er the muir, &c. While thus we lay she sang a sang, Till echo rang a mile and farther, And aye the burden o’ the sang,
30. Nov. 2014 · Provided to YouTube by BWSCD, Inc. Bonnie Lass Among The Heather · Alasdair Roberts The Crook of My Arm ℗ 2001 Secretly Canadian Released on: 2001-04-02 Auto-generated by YouTube.
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