Queen Amang the Heather

As I roved out one fine summer's morn
Amang lofty hills, moorlands and mountains
It's there I spied a well-favored maid
Whilst I wi' others was out a hunting

No shoes nor stockings did she wear
And neither had she cap nor feather
But her golden hair in ringlets fell
And the gentle breeze blew 'round her shoulders

I said, "Fair maid why roam your lane?
Why roam you here amang the heather?"
She said, "My father's away from home
And I'm herding a' his yowes together.

I said, "Braw lass of ye'll be mine
And care tae lie in a bed o' feathers
In silks and satins you will shine
And ye'll be my queen amang the heather"

She said, "Kind sir your offer's good
But I'm afraid 'twas meant for laughter
For I know you are some rich squire's son
And I'm but a poor lane shepherd's daughter"

"But had ye been a shepherd lad
Herding yowes in yonder valley
Or had ye been a plowman's son
Then wi' a' my heart I could a' loved you"

I've been tae halls and I've been tae balls
I've been tae London and Balquidder
But the bonniest lass that e'er I saw
She was herding all her yowes together

We both sat down upon a stone
We both sat down and talked together
And we left the yowes to stray their lane
Til I loved my queen amang the heather.