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Wi' my dog and gun, through the bloomin' heather, |
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For game and pleasure I took my way. |
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I met a maid, she was tall and slender, |
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Her eyes enticed me some time to stay. |
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I said "Fair maid, do you know I love you? |
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Tell me your name and your dwelling, oh so?" |
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"Oh, excuse my name, but you'll find my dwelling |
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By the mountain streams where the moorcocks crow." |
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I said "Fair maid, if you wed a farmer, |
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You'll be tied for life tae one plot of land. |
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I'm a rovin' Johnny, if you gone wi' me, |
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You will have no ties, so gi' me your hand." |
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"Ah, but if my parents knew I loved a rover, |
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It is that I'm sure would be my overthrow, |
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So I'll stay at home for another season |
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By the mountain streams where the moorcocks crow." |
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"So it's fare thee well, love, another season, |
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We will meet again in yon woodland vale, |
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And I'll set you down all upon my knee, love, |
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And I'll listen to your lovesick tale. |
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"And it's arm in arm we will go together |
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Through the lofty trees, in the valley below, |
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Where the lenties sing their song so sweetly |
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By the mountain streams where the moorcocks crow." |
