Katie McMahon - Down The Moor

One morn in May when fields were gay
Serene and pleasant was the weather
I spied a lass and a bonnie bonnie lass
She was whoopin' the dew fray among the heather
Down the moon
In among the heather o'er the moor and through the heather
I spied a lass and a bonnie bonnie lass
She was whoopin' the dew fray among the heather
Down the moon

I steppened up to this fair maid
What is your name? Come tell me hither
And she answered me down by the bonnie burn side
And I herding all my ewes together
Down the moor
In among the heather o'er the moor and through the heather
And she answered me down by the bonnie burn side
And I herding all my ewes together
Down the moor

Barefoot was she, she was comely dressed
And on her head ne'er hat nor feather
But the plait hung neatly around her waist
As we tripped through the blooming heather
Down the moor
In among the heather o'er the moor and through the heather
But the plait hung neatly around her waist
As we tripped through the blooming heather
Down the moor

O'er the moor and through the heather
But the plait hung neatly around her waist
As we tripped through the blooming heather
Down the moor

I courted her that lee long day
My heart was as light as any feather
Until the rays of the red setting sun
Came shining down in among the heather
Down the moor
In among the heather o'er the moor and through the heather
Until the rays of the red setting sun
Came shining down in among the heather
Down the moor

Then up she got and away she went
Her name and place I can not gather
But if I was a king, I'd make her my queen
That bonnie wee lass I met among the heather
Down the moor
In among the heather o'er the moor and through the heather
But if I was a king, I'd make her my queen
That bonnie wee lass I met among the heather
Down the moor