| As I roved out on the moor one day
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| It being fair and sunny weather
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| Some miles from home I chanced to roam
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| Across the bonny purple heather
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| Down the moor and across the heather
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| Down the moor and across the heather
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| Some miles from home I chanced to roam
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| Across the bonny purple heather
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| Down the moor
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| As I rolled along to the hunting song
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| My heart was light as any feather
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| When I saw a lass coming o’er the grass
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| Tripping the dew from off the heather
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| Down the moor and across the heather
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| Down the moor and across the heather
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| Some miles from home I chanced to roam
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| Across the bonny purple heather
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| Down the moor
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| I said my lass, where are you going
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| Hill or dale oh, tell me whither
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| I’m going to the banks of the bonny brown braes
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| For the feeding of my lambs together
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| Down the moor and across the heather
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| Down the moor and across the heather
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| Some miles from home I chanced to roam
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| Across the bonny purple heather
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| Down the moor
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| So up she got and away she went
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| Her name or place I ne’er did gather
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| But if I were king, I’d make her queen
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| That bonny wee lass across the heather
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| Down the moor and across the heather
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| Down the moor and across the heather
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| Some miles from home I chanced to roam
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| Across the bonny purple heather
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| Down the moor |