Luyện nghe bài hát Queen Amangst The Heather

As I roved out one summer's morn
lofty hills, moorlands and mountains
Wha should I spy but a fair young
As I wi' others was out a

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

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

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

She said, "Kind sir offer's fine
But I'm afraid 'twas meant for
For I see you are rich squire's son
And I am but a shepherd's daughter"

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

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