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The Song Book 229
O'er the muir amang the heather, O'er the muir amang the heather, She said, " I tent the fleecy flocks That feed amang the blooming heather."
We sat us down upon a bank,
Sae warm and sunny was the weather, She left her flocks at large to rove Amang the bonie blooming heather. O'er the muir amang the heather, O'er the muir amang the heather, She left her flocks at large to rove, Amang the bonie blooming heather.
While thus we sat, she sung a sang, Till echo rang a mile and farther, And ay the burden o' the sang
Was—O'er the muir amang the heather. O'er the muir amang the heather, O'er the muir amang the heather, And ay the burden o' the sang Was—O'er the muir amang the heather.
She charm'd my heart, and ay sinsyne
I could na think on ony ither : By sea and sky ! she shall be mine ! The bonie lass amang the heather. O'er the muir amang the heather, O'er the muir amang the heather, By sea and sky ! she shall be mine ! The bonie lass amang the heather.
Words by Jean Glover. |
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