Luyện nghe bài hát Queen Amangst The Heather

As I roved out one fine summer's
lofty hills, moorlands and mountains
Wha I spy but a fair young maid
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 blew 'round her shoulders

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

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

She said, "Kind sir your offer's
But I'm afraid 'twas meant for
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 heart I a' loo'd thee"

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