Am [Verse]G As I roved out one fine summer's mornAm C D Amang lofty hills, moorland and mountainAm G It was there I spied a weel faurt maidD C G Am As I, wi' others, was oot a-hunting [Verse]G No shoes nor stocking's did she wearAm C D And neither had she cap nor featherAm G But her golden hair hung in ringlets fairD C G Am An' the gentle breeze played round her shoulders [Verse]G I said, “Braw lassie, why roam ye aloneAm C D Why roam ye lane amang the heather?”Am G She says, “My faither's awa frae hameD C G Am An' I'm herdin' a' his yowes taegither” [Verse]G I said, “Braw lassie, if you'll be mineAm C D And care tae lie on a bed o' featherAm G In silks an' satins you will shineD C G Am And you'll be my queen amang the heather” [Verse]G She said, “Kind sir, your offers goodAm C D Ah, but I'm afraid 'twas meant for laughterAm G For I see you are some rich squire's sonD C G Am And I am but a poor shepherd's daughter” [Verse]G “Ah, but had ye been a shepherd loonAm C D A-herdin' yowes in yonder valleyAm G Or had ye been a ploughman's sonD C G Am Wi' a' my hert, I would hae lo'ed ye” [Verse]G Now I've been tae halls an' I've been tae ballsAm C D I hae been to London and BalquhidderAm G But the bonniest lass that e'er I have sawD C G Am She was herdin' yowes amang the heather [Verse]G So we both sat doon upon the plainAm C D We sat awhile an' we talked taegetherAm G An' we left the yowes tae stray their laneD C G Am Till I lo'ed my Queen amang the heather [Outro]Am G Am C DAm G D C G Am
Queen Amang The Heather
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