Ruth Notman - Heather Down The Moor | Текст песни

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• Heather Down The Moor

One morn in May when fields were gay,
Serene and pleasant was the weather,
I spied a lass and a very bonny lass
She was scooping the dew from upon the heather
Down the moor.
It's upon the heather,
And down the moor and through the heather
I spied a lass and a very bonny lass
She was scooping the dew from upon the heather
Down the moor

Barefoot was she, she was comely dressed,
And her head bore neither hat nor feather,
But a plaid hung neatly round her waist
As she tripped through the blooming heather
Down the moor.
It's upon the heather,
And down the moor and through the heather
But her plaid hung neatly round her waist
As she tripped through the blooming heather
Down the moor.

I stepped up to this fair young maid,
“Tell me your name, what brings you hither.”
She answered me, “Down by the bonny burn side
And I'm herding all my ewes together
Down the moor.”
It's upon the heather,
And down the moor and through the heather
She answered me, “Down by the bonny burn side
And I'm herding all my ewes together
Down the moor.”

I courted her that live-long day,
My heart was light as any feather,
Until the beams of the red-setting sun
Came shining down upon the heather
Down the moor.
It's upon the heather,
And down the moor and through the heather
Until the beams of the red-setting sun
Came shining down in among the heather
Down the moor.

She said “Young man, I must away,
For my ewes are straying from each other
I'm as loath to part from you
As the bonnie wee lambs are to part from their mother
Down the moor.
It's upon the heather,
And down the moor and through the heather
I'm as loath to part from you
As the bonnie wee lambs are to part from their mother
Down the moor.”

So up she got and away she went,
Her place and name I could not gather.
But if I were a king I'd make her a queen,
The bonnie wee lass I met upon the heather
Down the moor.
It's upon the heather,
And down the moor and through the heather
If I were a king I'd make her a queen,
The bonnie lass I met in among the heather
Down the moor.

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