The Song Book No. 4/O'er the Moor Among the Heather

by Anonymous

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O'ER THE MOOR AMONG THE HEATHER.

Comin thro' the craigs o' Kyle,
Amang the bonny blooming heather,
There I met a bonny lassie,
Keeping a' her ewes thegither,
O'er the moor amang the heather,
O'er the moor amang the heather,
There I met a bonny lassie,
Keeping a' her ewes thegither.

Says I, my dear where is thy hame,
In moor or dale pray tell me whither?
She says, I tent the fleecy flocks
That feed among the blooming heather
O'er the moor, &c.

We laid us down upon a bank,
Sae warm and sunny was the weather
She left her flocks at large to rove
Amang the bonny blooming heather,
O'er the moor, &c.

While thus we lay, she sang a sang,
Till echo rang a mile and farther,
And aye the burden o' the sang
Was o'er the moor amang the heather,
O'er the moor, &c.

She charm'd my heart, and aye sinsyne,
I could na think on any ither:
By sea and sky she shall be mine
The bonny lass amang the heather.
O'er the moor &c.