Текст песни: Queen Among the Heather + перевод

Oh, as I rode out one morning fair

Over lofty hill, moorland and mountain

It was there I met with a fine young girl

While I with others was hunting

No shoes nor stockings did she wear;

Neither had she hat nor had she feather

But her golden curls, aye, and ringlets rare

In the gentle breeze played round her shoulders

I said, «Fair lassie, why roam your lane?

Why roam your lane among the heather?»

She said, «My father’s away from home

And I’m herding of his ewes together.»

I said, «Fair lassie, if you’ll be mine

And you lie on a bed o' feathers

In silks and satin it’s you will shine

And you’ll be my queen among the heather.»

She said, «Kind sir, your offer is good

But I’m afraid it’s meant for laughter

For I know you are some rich squire’s son

And I’m a poor lame shepherd’s daughter.»

Ah but had ye been some shepherd lad

A herding ewes among the heather

Or had been some ploughmans son

Its with all my heart I would have loved you

Now, I’ve been to balls and I have been to halls;

I have been to London and Balquhidder

But the bonniest lassie that ever I did see

She was herding of her ewes together

So we both sat down upon the plain

We sat awhile and we talked together

And we left the ewes for to stray their lane

Till I won my queen among the heather

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