Luyện nghe bài hát Queen Amangst The Heather

As I out one fine summer's morn
'Mang hills, moorlands and mountains
Wha should I spy but a young maid
As I wi' was out a hunting

No shoes nor stockings did she
And had she cap nor feather
But her golden hair hung in ringlets
The gentle breeze blew her shoulders

I said, "Braw lass why roam your
Why roam your lane the heather?"
She said, "My father's awa' hame
And I'm a' his yowes thegether"

I said, "Braw lass gin ye'll be
And tae lie in a bed o' feather
In and satins you shall shine
Ye'll be my queen the heather"

She said, "Kind sir your offer's
But I'm 'twas meant for laughter
For I see you are some squire's son
And I am but a poor daughter"

"But had ye been a loon
yowes in yonder valley
Or had ye been the son
Wi' a' my heart I could a' thee"

I've been tae balls and I've tae halls
I've tae London and Balquidder
But the bonniest lass e'er I saw
Was herding yowes amang the