Unknown - Heather On The Moor Lyrics

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