Luyện nghe bài hát Queen Amangst The Heather

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

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

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

I said, "Braw gin ye'll be mine
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 your fine
But I'm 'twas meant for laughter
For I see you are rich squire's son
And I am but a poor daughter"

"But had ye a shepherd loon
Herding yowes in yonder
Or had ye the plooman's son
Wi' a' my I could a' loo'd 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 amang the heather