June Tabor


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Heather down the moor - June Tabor

One morn in May when flowers were gay, Serene and pleasant was the weather, I spied a lass, a very bonny lass She was sweeping the dew from among the heather Down the moor

In among the heather, Down the moor and through the heather I spied a lass, a very bonny lass She was sweeping the dew from among the heather Down the moor

Bare footed was she, she was neatly dressed, Neither had no hat nor feather But a plaid wrapped neatly round her waist As she tripped through the blooming heather Down the moor

In among the heather, Down the moor and through the heather But her plaid hung/wrapped neatly round her waist As she tripped through the blooming heather Down the moor

I stepped up to this fair maid, “Come tell your name, come tell me hither.” She answered me, “Down by the bonny burn side And I'm herding all my ewes together Down the moor.”

In among the heather, Down the moor and through the heather She answered me, “Down by the bonny burn side And I'm herding all my ewes together Down the moor.”

I courted her that live-long day, My heart was light as any feather, Until the beams of the red-setting sun Come shining down in among the heather Down the moor

In among the heather, Down the moor and through the heather Until the beams of the red-setting sun Come shining down in among the heather Down the moor

She said “Young man, I must away, My ewes are straying from each other 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, Down the moor and through the heather I'm as loath to part with you As the bonnie wee lambs are to part their mother Down the moor”

So up she got and away she went, Her name and place I could not gather. But if I were a king I'd make her a queen, The bonnie lass I met in among the heather Down the moor

In among the heather, Down the moor and through the heather If I were a king I'd make her a queen, The bonnie lass I met in among the heather Down the moor


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