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• Artiste: Tulca Mor
• Titre: Down The Moor
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One morning in May when the fields were gay And fine and pleasant was the weather I happened to roam some miles from home Among the bonnie bloomin heather down the moor In among the heather, o'er the moor and through the heather I spied a lass and a very bonny lass She was scoopin dew fromamong the heather down the moor Barefooted was she, she was comely dressed and on her head neither cap nor feather And the plaid hung neatly around her waist As she tripped through the bloomin heather down the moor In among the heather, o'er the moor and through the heather And the plaid hung neatly around her waist As she tripped through the bloomin heather down the moor I stepped up to this fair maid "What is your name, come tell me hither" And she answered me "down by the bonny Bann-side And I'm 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 bonny Bann-side I'm herding all my ewes together down the moor" I courted her the live-long day my heart was 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 She said "young man, I must away My ewes are straying from eachother. But I'm as loath to part from you as the bonnie wee lambs are to part with their mother down the moor" In among the heather, o'er the moor and through the heather Yes I'm as loath to part from you as the bonnie wee lambs are to part with their mother down the moor So up she got and away she went her name and place I cannot gather But if I was a king, I would make her a queen The bonny 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 aking, I would make her queen The bonny lass I met among the heather Down the moor