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 Says I, My dear, whar is thy hame?

In muir or dale, pray tell me whether;

She says, I tent thae fleecy flocks

That feed amang the blooming heather.

O'er the muir amang the heather,

O'er the muir amang the heather;

She says, I tent thae fleecy flocks

That feed amang the blooming heather.

We laid us down upon a bank,

Sae warm and sunny was the weather;

She left her flocks at large to rove

Amang the bonny blooming heather.

O'er the muir amang the heather,

O'er the muir amang the heather;

She left her flocks at large to rove

Amang the bonny blooming heather.

While thus we lay, she sang a sang,

Till echo rang a mile and farther,

And aye the burden o' the sang

Was o'er the muir amang the heather.

O'er the muir amang the heather,

O'er the muir amang the heather;

And aye the burden o' the sang

Was, o'er the muir amang the heather.

She charm'd my heart, and aye sinsyne,

I could na think on ony ither:

By sea, and sky, she shall be mine,

The bonny lass amang the heather.

O'er the muir amang the heather,

O'er the muir amang the heather;

By sea and sky, she shall be mine,

The bonny lass amang the heather.