Ruth Notman - Heather Down The Moor (2007) | Текст песни

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• Heather Down The Moor (2007)

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 swooping the dew from among the heather
Down the moor.
In among the heather,
O'er the moor, through the heather
I spied a lass and a very bonny lass
She was swooping the dew from among the heather
Down the moor.

Barefoot was she but comely dressed
And on her head neither hat nor feather,
With a skirts-top neatly round her waist
As she tripped through the blooming heather
Down the moor.
In among the heather,
O'er the moor, through the heather
With a skirts-top neatly round her waist
As she tripped through the blooming heather
Down the moor.

I stepped up to this fair young maid,
“Come tell me, love, why come you hither?”
She answered me, “Down by the bonny burn side
I am herding all my ewes together
Down the moor.”
In among the heather,
O'er the moor, through the heather
She answered me, “Down by the bonny burn side
I am herding all my ewes together
Down the moor.”

I courted her that live-long day,
My heart as light as any feather,
Until the beams of the red-setting sun
Come a-shining down in among the heather
Down the moor.
And among the heather,
O'er the moor, through the heather
Until the beams of the red-setting sun
Come a-shining down in among the heather
Down the moor.

She said “Young man, I must away,
My ewes are straying from each other.
But I'm as loath for to part with you
As the bonnie wee lambs to part their mother
Down the moor.
And among the heather,
O'er the moor, through the heather
But I'm as loath for to part with you
As the bonnie wee lambs to part their mother
Down the moor”.

So up she got and away she went,
And her name and place I cannot gather.
But if I was a king I would make her a queen,
The bonnie lass I met in among the heather
Down the moor.
And among the heather,
O'er the moor, through the heather
But if I was a king I would make her a queen,
The bonnie lass I met in among the heather
Down the moor.

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