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| COMING through the Craigs o’ Kyle, | |
| Amang the bonnie blooming heather, | |
| There I met a bonnie lassie, | |
| Keeping a’ her ewes thegither. | |
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| O’er the muir amang the heather, | 5 |
| O’er the muir amang the heather, | |
| There I met a bonnie lassie, | |
| Keeping a’ her ewes thegither. | |
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| Says I, ‘My dear, where is thy hame? | |
| In muir or dale, pray tell me whether?’ | 10 |
| Says she, ‘I tent the fleecy flocks | |
| That feed amang the blooming heather.’ | |
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| We laid us down upon a bank, | |
| Sae warm and sunny was the weather; | |
| She left her flocks at large to rove | 15 |
| Amang the bonnie blooming heather. | |
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| While thus we lay she sung a sang, | |
| Till echo rang a mile and farther; | |
| And aye the burden o’ the sang | |
| Was ‘O’er the muir amang the heather!’ | 20 |
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| She charmed my heart, and aye sinsyne | |
| I couldna think on ony ither: | |
| By sea and sky she shall be mine, | |
| The bonnie lass amang the heather! | |
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| O’er the muir amang the heather, | 25 |
| Down amang the blooming heather:— | |
| By sea and sky she shall be mine, | |
| The bonnie lass amang the heather! | |
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