Queen among the Heather

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Archie Fisher - Country

Queen among the Heather

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[Verse 1] As I roved out one fine summer's morn Among lofty hills, moorland and mountain It was there I spied a weel faurt maid As I wi' others was out a hunting [Verse 2] No shoes nor stockin's did she wear And neither had she cap nor feather But her golden hair hung in ringlets fair An' the gentle breeze blew round her shoulders [Verse 3] I said, "Braw lassie, why roam yer lane Why roam yer lane among the heather?" She says, "My faither's awa frae home An' I'm a herdin' all his yowes the gither" [Verse 4] I said "Braw lassiе if you'll be mine And care taе lie on a bed o' feather In silks an' satins it's you will shine And you'll be my queen among the heather" [Verse 5] She said "Kind sir your offer's good Ah, but I'm afraid 'twas meant for laughter For I see you are a rich squire's son And I'm a poor lame shepherd's daughter" [Verse 6] "Oh but had ye been a shepherd loon A-herdin' yowes in yonder valley Or had ye been some plooman's son Wi' a' my heart, I could loed ye" [Verse 7] Now I've been to halls an' I've been tae balls And I hae been to London and Balquhidder But the bonniest lass that e'er I have saw She was herdin' yowes among the heather [Verse 8] So we baith sat doon upon the plain We sat awhile an' we talked the gither An' we laft the yowes for tae stray their lane 'Till I loved my queen among the heather

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