Heather Down the Moor - Ruth Notman

One morn in May when fields were gay

Serene and pleasant was the weather

I spied a lass and a very bonny lass

She was sweeping dew from upon the heather

Down the moor

It's upon the heather

Under the moor and through the heather

I spied a lass and a very bonny lass

She was sweeping the dew from upon the heather

Down the moor

Bare footed was she she was comely dressed

And her head bore no cat no feather

But the plaid her neatly round her waist

As she tripped through the blooming heather

Down the moor

It's upon the heather

Under the moor through the heather

The plaid hrom neatly round her waist

As she tripped through the blooming heather

Down the moor

I stepped up to this fair young maid

Tell me your name of brings me hither

She answered me

Down by the bonny burn side

I am herding all my ewes together

Down the moor

It's upon the heather

Under the moor through the heather

She answered me

Down by the bonny burn side

I am herding all my ewes together

Down the moor

I courted her that live-long day

My heart as light as any feather

Until the beams of the red-setting sun

Come shining down in upon the heather

Down the moor

It's upon the heather

Under the moor through the heather

Until the beams of the red-setting sun

Come shining down in upon the heather

Down the moor

She said young man I must away

For my ewes are straying from each other

But I'm as loath for to part from we

As the bonnie wee lambs to part their mother

Down the moor

It's upon the heather

Under the moor through the heather

But I'm as loath for to part for me

As the bonnie wee lambs to part for the their mother

Down the moor

So up she got and away she went

And her place if day my could not gather

But if I was a king I would make her a queen

The bonnie we lass I met in the heather

Down the moor