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DOON THE MOOR (2) As I rode out one morn in May It being fine and sunny weather, Some miles frae home I chanced to roam Among the bonny, blooming heather Doon the moor. Doon the moor and 'mang the heather Doon the moor and 'mang the heather Some miles frae home I chanced to roam Among the bonny, blooming heather Doon the moor. I rode along to the huntsman's song My heart bein' light as any feather, Until I met with tha wee lass A-brushin' the dew from off the heather Doon the moor etc. She barefoot was and homely clad And she wore neither hat nor feather But her plaid hung neatly 'round her waist As she tripped o'er the blooming heather. We tigged and toyed frae morn to night It bein' the langest day in summer Until the beams o' the red, settin' sun Came sparklin' doon along the heather. Says she, "My laddie, I maun gang My ewes are strayin' frae each ither And I'm as loth to part wi' you As the wee lambs to part their mither." Then up she got and off she went Her name nor place I ne'er could gather But if I were king, I'd make her queen The lass I met amang the heather. From More Irish Street Songs, O Lochlainn @Irish @Scottish @courtship @parting filename[ HTHRMOR2 TUNE FILE: HTHRMOR2 CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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