Intro Verse As I roved out one fine summer's morn Amang lofty hills, moorland and mountain It was there I spied a weel faurt maid As I, wi' others, was oot a-hunting Verse No shoes nor stocking's did she wear And neither had she cap nor feather But her golden hair hung in ringlets fair An' the gentle breeze played round her shoulders Verse I said, “Braw lassie, why roam ye alone Why roam ye lane amang the heather?” She says, “My faither's awa frae hame An' I'm herdin' a' his yowes taegither” Verse I said, “Braw lassie, if you'll be mine And care tae lie on a bed o' feather In silks an' satins you will shine And you'll be my queen amang the heather” Verse She said, “Kind sir, your offers good Ah, 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” Verse “Ah, but had ye been a shepherd loon A-herdin' yowes in yonder valley Or had ye been a ploughman's son Wi' a' my hert, I would hae lo'ed ye” Verse Now I've been tae halls an' I've been tae balls I hae been to London and Balquhidder But the bonniest lass that e'er I have saw She was herdin' yowes amang the heather Verse So we both sat doon upon the plain We sat awhile an' we talked taegether An' we left the yowes tae stray their lane Till I lo'ed my Queen amang the heather Outro