The Bodleian Library has 2 copies: 2806 c.15(240) and 2806 c.13(2).


THE BLOOMING HEATHER

As I was coming home from the fair of Ballymena,
I met a comely lass; she was fairer than Diana.
I asked her where she lived as we jogged along together.
"By yon bonny mountainside," she replied amongst the heather.

"Lassie, I'm in love with you; you have so many charms.
My heart is in love with you; my bosom to you warms.
The blythe blink o' your e'en and your person is so clever,
I'd fondly wed with you; you're my lass amang the heather."

"Dinna think, young man, I believe what you have spoken,
Nor dinna think, young man, I would be so easy taken;
For I'm happy and I'm weel with my faither and my mither.
It would take a canny chiel to wile me frae the heather."

"Lassie, consent with me, and dinna be sae cruel.
Spare to me one kiss, my jewel, one kiss of thee, my jewel."
"If I would give you one, you would surely ask another,
And maybe closely join to tent me amang the heather."

"Now here, my bonny lass, I houses and I have land,
And whatever else I have, I will put it in your hand.
Oh, if that be your will, there's my hand; let's join together."
So he hugg'd and kiss'd his fill, and she's his lassie o'er the heather.