Luyện nghe bài hát Queen Amangst The Heather

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

No shoes nor did she wear
And neither had she cap nor
But her golden hair hung in ringlets
The gentle breeze blew her shoulders

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

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

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

"But had ye a shepherd loon
Herding yowes in valley
Or had ye been the son
Wi' a' my I could a' loo'd thee"

I've been tae balls and been tae halls
I've been tae London and
But the bonniest lass that I saw
Was yowes amang the heather