A REFUGE FOR POETS WHO WRITE IN THE LYRIC TRADITION,
WITH RHYME AND METER, WITH OR WITHOUT MUSIC
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O’ER THE MOOR AMONG THE HEATHER
Comin’ thro’ the craigs o’ Kyle,
Among the bonny blooming heather,
There I met a bonnie lassie
Keepin’ all her yowes together.
O’er the moor among the heather,
O’er the moor among the heather,
There I met a bonnie lassie
Keepin’ all her yowes together.
Says I, my dear, where is thy hame,
In moor, or dale, pray tell me whether,
She says, I tend the fleecy flocks
That feed among the blooming heather.
O’er the moor among the heather,
O’er the moor among the heather,
There I met a bonnie lassie
Keepin’ all her yowes together.
We laid us down upon a bank,
So warm and sunny was the weather,
She left her flocks at large to rove,
Among the bonnie blooming heather.
O’er the moor among the heather,
O’er the moor among the heather,
There I met a bonnie lassie
Keepin’ all her yowes together.
While thus we lay, she sang a song
Till echo rang a mile and farther,
And ay the burden of the song
Was, o’er the moor among the heather.
O’er the moor among the heather,
O’er the moor among the heather,
There I met a bonnie lassie
Keepin’ all her yowes together.
She charmed my heart, and ay, since then
I could not think on ony ither
By sea and sky! She shall be mine!
The bonnie lass among the heather.
O’er the moor among the heather,
O’er the moor among the heather,
There I met a bonnie lassie
Keepin’ all her yowes together.
Traditional Scottish
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