Queen Amangst The Heather Lyrics

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
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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