Donald M'Donald/O'er the Muir amang the Heather
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O'er the Muir amang the Heather.
Coming thro' the craigs o' Kyle,Amang the bonny blooming heather,There I met a bonnie lassie,Keeping a' her ewes thegither.O'er the muir amang the heather,O'er the muir amang the heather;There I met a bonnie lassie,Keeping a' her ews 'thegither.
Says I, My dear, whar is thy hame?In muir or dale, pray tell me whether;She says, I tent thae fleecy flocksThat feed amang the blooming heather.O'er the muir amang the heather,O'er the muir amang the heather;She says, I tent thae fleecy flocksThat feed amang the blooming heather.
We laid us down upon a bank,Sae warm and sunny was the weather;She left her flocks at large to roveAmang the bonny blooming heather.O'er the muir amang the heather,O'er the muir amang the heather;She left her flocks at large to roveAmang the bonny blooming heather.
While thus we lay, she sang a sang,Till echo rang a mile and farther,And aye the burden o' the sangWas o'er the muir amang the heather.O'er the muir amang the heather,O'er the muir amang the heather;And aye the burden o' the sangWas, o'er the muir amang the heather.
She charm'd my heart, and aye sinsyne,I could na think on ony ither:By sea, and sky, she shall be mine,The bonny lass amang the heather.O'er the muir amang the heather,O'er the muir amang the heather;By sea and sky, she shall be mine,The bonny lass amang the heather.