June Tabor

 

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Heather down the moor - June Tabor

One morn in May when flowers were gay,
Serene and pleasant was the weather,
I spied a lass, a very bonny lass
She was sweeping the dew from among the heather
Down the moor

In among the heather,
Down the moor and through the heather
I spied a lass, a very bonny lass
She was sweeping the dew from among the heather
Down the moor

Bare footed was she, she was neatly dressed,
Neither had no hat nor feather
But a plaid wrapped neatly round her waist
As she tripped through the blooming heather
Down the moor

In among the heather,
Down the moor and through the heather
But her plaid hung/wrapped neatly round her waist
As she tripped through the blooming heather
Down the moor

I stepped up to this fair maid,
“Come tell your name, come tell me hither.”
She answered me, “Down by the bonny burn side
And I'm herding all my ewes together
Down the moor.”

In among the heather,
Down the moor and through the heather
She answered me, “Down by the bonny burn side
And I'm herding all my ewes together
Down the moor.”

I courted her that live-long day,
My heart was light as any feather,
Until the beams of the red-setting sun
Come shining down in among the heather
Down the moor

In among the heather,
Down the moor and through the heather
Until the beams of the red-setting sun
Come shining down in among the heather
Down the moor

She said “Young man, I must away,
My ewes are straying from each other
I'm as loath to part with you
As the bonnie wee lambs are to part their mother
Down the moor

In among the heather,
Down the moor and through the heather
I'm as loath to part with you
As the bonnie wee lambs are to part their mother
Down the moor”

So up she got and away she went,
Her name and place I could not gather.
But if I were a king I'd make her a queen,
The bonnie lass I met in among the heather
Down the moor

In among the heather,
Down the moor and through the heather
If I were a king I'd make her a queen,
The bonnie lass I met in among the heather
Down the moor