Down the Moor Lyrics
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