As I Roved Out on a New May Morn

As I roved out on a new May morn,
Calm and sultry was the weather,
I chanced to roam some miles from home
Among the bonnie blooming heather, down the moor.

Chorus
Down the moor and through the heather,
O'er the moor among the heather;
I chanced to roam some mile from home
Among the bonnie blooming heather - down the moor.

As I roved along with my sporting gun,
My heart as light as any feather,
'Twas there I spied a bonnie, bonnie lass
As she came trippin' o'er the heather, down the moor

How neat she was and neatly dressed,
Her hair neither wanted cap nor feather,
Her plaid hung neatly round her waist
As she came tripping o'er the heather, down the moor.

Says I, "My lass, where are you going?
Hill or dale? Come tell me whither."
"I'm going to the banks of the bonnie burn braes,
For the feeding of my lambs together, down the moor."

O, 'twas there we sat from morn to e'en,
The longest day in all the summer,
We sat till the beams of the red setting sun
Came sparkling out among the heather, down the moor.

O, says she, "Young man I must away
My flock has strayed from one another,
But I'm as loath to part with you
As these fond lambs to part their mother, down the moor

Up she gets and away she ran,
Hill or dale I ne'er can find her,
But if I were king I would make her queen,
The lass I met among the heather, down the moor.