SONGS OF THE HEATHER. 



O'er the muir among the heather, 

 O'er the muir amang the heather; 

 The bonniest lass that e'er I saw 

 I met ae morn amang the heather. 



Her eyes divine, mair bright did shine, 



Than the most clear unclouded ether ; 

 A fairer form did ne'er adorn 



A brighter scene than blooming heather. 

 O'er the muir amang the heather, 

 O'er the muir amang the heather ; 

 There's ne'er a lass in Scotia's isle, 

 Can vie with her amang the heather. 



I said, "Dear maid, be not afraid; 



Pray sit you down, let's talk together; 

 For, oh! my fair, I vow and swear, 



You've stole my heart amang the heather." 

 O'er the muir amang the heather, 

 O'er the muir amang the heather; 

 Ye swains, beware of yonder muir, 

 You'll lose your hearts amang the heather. 



She answer'd me, right modestly, 



"I go, kind sir, to seek my father, 

 Whose fleecy charge he tends at large, 



On yon green hills beyond the heather." 

 O'er the muir amang the heather, 

 O'er the muir amang the heather; 

 Were I a king thou shouldst be mine, 

 Dear blooming maid, amang the heather. 

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