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That night amang the blooming heather. The balmy air, the glowing sky, The thymey sod, the blooming heather, And sic an angel by my side—. I trow 'twas heaven a' thegither! The night grew late before we wist, It took us hours to part wi' ither; And now she's mine, the bonnie lass. That staw my heart amang the heather.
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...
O'er the moor amang the heather, O'er the moor amang the heather, She said, I tent the fleecy flocks That feed amang the blooming heather. She charm'd my heart, and ay sinsyne3 I cou'dna think on ony ither: By sea and sky! she shall be mine! The bonnie lass amang the heather. O'er the moor amang the heather, O'er the moor amang the heather: By ...
She charmed my heart, and aye syn sine I couldna' think of ony ither: By sea and sky she shall be mine -- The bonnie lass amang the heather! O'er the moor amang the heather, O'er the moor amang the heather -- There I met a bonnie lassie Keepin'a'her ewes thegither.
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.
Lyrics: Ower the moor amang the heather. By my life, she shall be mine. The bonnie lass amang the heather. Comin' thro' the craigs o' Kyle. Amang the bonnie bloomin' heather. There I met a bonnie lassie. Keeping a' her yowes thegither. Ower the moor amang the heather. There I met a bonnie lassie. Keeping a' her yowes thegither.
