Luyện nghe bài hát Queen Amangst The Heather

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

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

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

I said, "Braw lass gin be mine
And tae lie in a bed o' feather
In silks and satins you shall
Ye'll be my queen 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 poor daughter"

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

I've been tae and I've been tae halls
I've been tae London and
But the bonniest that e'er I saw
Was herding yowes amang the