Queen Amangst The Heather Lyrics

	作词 : Traditional
	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

	zuo ci : Traditional
	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

	zuò cí : Traditional
	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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