LASS AMONST THE HEATHER



It was up yon dark and lonely glen

That stands by many a lofty mountain

Far frae the busy haunts o' man

Ae day as I gaed oot a huntin'.



A happy dae it was tae be

That day I stole my loving fancy

She was herding sheep on yonder hill

It was there I spied my lovely Nancy.



Her coat was white, her goon was green

Her waiste it was so tall and slender

With her rosy cheeks and her downcast eyes

It made my hert nae mair tae wander.



Says I, "Ma lassie, will ye gang

An' sleep upon my bed o' feathers

For it's silks an' satins ye'll gang in

Gin ye leave your sheep among the heather."



"Oh, I thank you, sir, your offers fair

But I'm afraid it's meant in laughter

For ye maun be some rich squire's son

And I am only a poor shepherd's daughter."



I hae been tae balls an' masquerades

I hae been tae London an' Balquhidder

But the bonniest lass that e'er I saw

It was her I met amonst the heather.



It's her I've got, it's her I've sought

An' wi' her I mean tae live contented

It's her I've got, it's her I've sought

Sae farewell, farewell, my song is ended.



@Scots @courtship

printed in Scottish Folksinger

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