Heather on the Moor



Oh, as I roved out of a bright May morning, calm and clear was the

weather

I chanced to roam some miles from home among the beautiful

blooming heather,



And it's heather on the moor, over the heather,

Over the moor and among the heather

I chanced to roam some miles from home among the beautiful

blooming heather,.

And it's heather on the moor.



As I roved along with my hunting song my heart as light as any

feather.

l met a pretty maid upon the way, she was tripping the dew down

from the heather.

And it's heather on the moor, over the heather,

Over the moor and among the heather

I met a pretty maid upon the way, she was tripping the dew

down from the heather,

And it's heather on the moor.



"Where are you going to my pretty fair maid, by hill or dale come

tell me whether."

Right modestly she answered me, "to the feeding of my lambs

together."



And it's heather on the moor, over the heather,

Over the moor and among the heather

Right modestly she answered me, "to the feeding of my lambs

together."

And it's heather on the moor.

We both shook hands and down we sat, it being the longest day

summer,

We sat till the red setting beams of the sun came sparklin' down

among the heather.



And it's heather on the moor, over the heather,

Over the moor and among the heather

We sat till the red setting beams of the sun came sparklin' down

among the heather.

And it's heather on the moor.



"Now," she says. "I must away; my lambs and sheep have strayed

from other,

For I am loth to part from you as those fond lambs are to part

from their mother."

And it's heather on the moor, over the heather,

Over the moor and among the heather

"For I am loth to part from you as those fond lambs are to part

from their mother."

And it's heather on the moor.



Up she rose and away she goes, her name or place l know not either,

But if I was king, I'd make her queen, the lass I met among the

heather.



And it's heather on the moor, over the heather,

Over the moor and among the heather

But if I was king, I'd make her queen, the lass I met among the

heather.

And it's heather on the moor.

From Bonny Bunch of Roses, Milner and Kaplan

@love @Irish

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