Luyện nghe bài hát Queen Amangst The Heather

As I roved out one summer's morn
'Mang hills, moorlands and mountains
Wha I spy but a fair young maid
As I wi' was out a hunting

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

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

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

"But had ye been a shepherd
Herding yowes in valley
Or had ye been the 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 that e'er I saw
Was herding yowes amang the