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As I gaed oot on a bricht summers morn
Over lofty hills, moorland and
mountain
It was there I met a bonnie wee
lass
While I wi’ others was oot
a huntin’
No silk nor stockings did she wear
Neither had she hat nor had she
feather
But her golden curls in ringlets
fair
In gentle breeze played round her
shoulder.
Now I said my lassie why roam your lain’
Why roam your lain amang the heather
She says my faither’s far
frae hame
And I’m herdin’ all his
ewes the gaither
Noo I said my lassie if ye’d be
mine
And ye’d care to lie on a
bed o’ feather
In silks and satins ye shall shine
Gin ye’ll gang wi’ me
and leave the heather.
She said kind sir your offers good
But weel I ken it was meant for
laughter
For I ken ye are a rich squires
son
And I’m a poor lame shepherd’s
daughter
But had ye been a shepherd loon
Herdin’ sheep on yonder valley
Or had ye been a ploughman’s
son
Wi’ all my heart I would hae
lo’ed ye
No I hae been to halls and I hae been
to balls
I hae been to London and Balquidder
But the bonnist lassie that ever
I did spy
She was herdin’ all her ewes
together
Noo we both sat down upon the plain
We sat a while and we talked together
And she left her sheep for tae
stray their lain
While I wooed my queen amang the
heather
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