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Queen Amangst The Heather lyrics
As I roved out one fine summer s morn
Mang lofty hills, moorlands and mountains
Wha should I spy but a fair young maid
As I wi others was out a hunting

No shoes nor stockings did she wear
And neither had she cap nor feather
But her golden hair hung in ringlets fair
The gentle breeze blew round her shoulders

I said, "Braw lass why roam your lane?
Why roam your lane amang the heather?"
She said, "My father s awa frae hame
And I m herding a his yowes thegether"

I said, "Braw lass gin ye ll be mine
And care tae lie in a bed o feather
In silks and satins you shall shine
Ye ll be my queen amang the heather"

She said, "Kind sir your offer s fine
But I m afraid twas meant for laughter
For I see you are some rich squire s son
And I am but a poor shepherd s daughter"

"But had ye been a shepherd loon
Herding yowes in yonder valley
Or had ye been the plooman s son
Wi a my heart I could a loo d thee"

I ve been tae balls and I ve been tae halls
I ve been tae London and Balquidder
But the bonniest lass that e er I saw
Was herding yowes amang the heather
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