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Down the Moor

Peter Bellamy2016年12月29日

Down the Moor 歌詞

Down the Moor - Peter Bellamy

One morn in May when fields were gay

Serene and pleasant was the weather

I spied a lass and a very bonny lass

She was swooping the dew from among the heather

Down the moor

In among the heather

Over the moor through the heather

I spied a lass and a very bonny lass

She was swooping the dew from among the heather

Down the moor

Barefoot was she but comely dressed

And on her head neither hat nor feather

With a skirts-top neatly round her waist

As she tripped through the blooming heather

Down the moor

In among the heather

Over the moor through the heather

With a skirts-top neatly round her waist

As she tripped through the blooming heather

Down the moor

I stepped up to this fair young maid

Come tell me love why come you hither

She answered me

Down by the bonny burn side

I am herding all my ewes together

Down the moor

In among the heather

Over the moor through the heather

She answered me

Down by the bonny burn side

I am herding all my ewes together

Down the moor

I courted her that livelong day

My heart as light as any feather

Until the beams of the red-setting sun

Come slanting down in among the heather

Down the moor

In among the heather

Over the moor through the heather

Until the beams of the red-setting sun

Come slanting down in among the heather

Down the moor

She said

Young man I must away

For my ewes are straying from each other

Though I'm as loath to part with you

As the bonnie wee lambs are to part their mother

Down the moor

In among the heather

Over the moor through the heather

Though I'm as loath to part with you

As the bonnie wee lambs are to part their mother

Down the moor

Then up she got and away she run

Her name and place I did not gather

But if I was a king I would make her my queen

That bonnie little lass I met in among the heather

Down the moor

In among the heather

Over the moor

Through the heather

If I was a king I would make her my queen

That bonnie little lass I met in among the heather

 

Down the moor