Luyện nghe bài hát Queen Amangst The Heather

As I roved out one fine morn
'Mang lofty hills, and mountains
Wha should I spy but a fair maid
As I wi' others was out a

No nor stockings did she wear
And neither had she cap nor
But her golden hair in ringlets fair
The gentle breeze blew 'round her

I said, "Braw why roam your lane?
Why your lane amang the heather?"
She said, "My awa' frae 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 silks and satins you shall
Ye'll be my amang the heather"

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

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

I've been tae and I've been tae halls
I've tae London and Balquidder
But the lass that e'er I saw
Was herding amang the heather