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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. printed in Scottish Folksinger SOF
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