Queen Amangst The Heather

Queen Amangst The Heather 歌词

歌曲 Queen Amangst The Heather
歌手 Andy M. Stewart
专辑 Donegal Rain
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作词 : Traditional
As I roved out one fine summer's morn '
Mang lofty hills, moorlands and mountains
Wha should
I spy but a fair young maid
As I wi' others was out a hunting
No shoes nor stockings did she wear
And neither had she cap nor feather
But her golden hair hung in ringlets fair
The gentle breeze blew 'round her shoulders
I said, "Braw lass why roam your lane? Why roam your lane amang the heather?"
She said, "My father's awa' frae hame And I'm herding a' his yowes thegether"
I said, "Braw lass gin ye'll be mine And care tae lie in a bed o' feather In silks and satins you shall shine Ye'll be my queen amang the heather"
She said, "Kind sir your offer's fine But I'm afraid 'twas meant for laughter For I see you are some rich squire's son And I am but a poor shepherd's daughter" "But had ye been a shepherd loon Herding yowes in yonder valley Or had ye been the plooman's son Wi' a' my heart I could a' loo'd thee"
I've been tae balls and
I've been tae halls
I've been tae
London and
Balquidder
But the bonniest lass that e'er
I saw Was herding yowes amang the heather
zuo ci : Traditional
As I roved out one fine summer' s morn '
Mang lofty hills, moorlands and mountains
Wha should
I spy but a fair young maid
As I wi' others was out a hunting
No shoes nor stockings did she wear
And neither had she cap nor feather
But her golden hair hung in ringlets fair
The gentle breeze blew ' round her shoulders
I said, " Braw lass why roam your lane? Why roam your lane amang the heather?"
She said, " My father' s awa' frae hame And I' m herding a' his yowes thegether"
I said, " Braw lass gin ye' ll be mine And care tae lie in a bed o' feather In silks and satins you shall shine Ye' ll be my queen amang the heather"
She said, " Kind sir your offer' s fine But I' m afraid ' twas meant for laughter For I see you are some rich squire' s son And I am but a poor shepherd' s daughter" " But had ye been a shepherd loon Herding yowes in yonder valley Or had ye been the plooman' s son Wi' a' my heart I could a' loo' d thee"
I' ve been tae balls and
I' ve been tae halls
I' ve been tae
London and
Balquidder
But the bonniest lass that e' er
I saw Was herding yowes amang the heather
zuò cí : Traditional
As I roved out one fine summer' s morn '
Mang lofty hills, moorlands and mountains
Wha should
I spy but a fair young maid
As I wi' others was out a hunting
No shoes nor stockings did she wear
And neither had she cap nor feather
But her golden hair hung in ringlets fair
The gentle breeze blew ' round her shoulders
I said, " Braw lass why roam your lane? Why roam your lane amang the heather?"
She said, " My father' s awa' frae hame And I' m herding a' his yowes thegether"
I said, " Braw lass gin ye' ll be mine And care tae lie in a bed o' feather In silks and satins you shall shine Ye' ll be my queen amang the heather"
She said, " Kind sir your offer' s fine But I' m afraid ' twas meant for laughter For I see you are some rich squire' s son And I am but a poor shepherd' s daughter" " But had ye been a shepherd loon Herding yowes in yonder valley Or had ye been the plooman' s son Wi' a' my heart I could a' loo' d thee"
I' ve been tae balls and
I' ve been tae halls
I' ve been tae
London and
Balquidder
But the bonniest lass that e' er
I saw Was herding yowes amang the heather
Queen Amangst The Heather 歌词
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