Heather on the Moor

I love Beth Patterson‘s version of this song and have since I heard it live back in 1999.

Heather On the Moor

Oh, as I roved out of a bright May morning, calm and clear was the weather.
I chanced to roam some miles from home among the beautiful blooming heather,
And it’s heather on the moor, over the heather, over the moor and among the heather.
I chanced to roam some miles from home among the beautiful blooming heather.
And it’s heather on the moor.

As I roved along with my hunting song, my heart as light as any feather.
I met a pretty maid upon the way, she was tripping the dew down from the heather.
And it’s heather on the moor, over the heather,
Over the moor and among the heather.
I met a pretty maid upon the way, She was tripping the dew down from the heather,
And it’s heather on the moor.

“Where are you going to my pretty fair maid, by hill or dale come tell me whether.”
Quite modestly she answered me, “to the feeding of my lambs together.”
And it’s heather on the moor, over the heather,
Over the moor and among the heather
Quite modestly she answered me, “to the feeding of my lambs together.”
And it’s heather on the moor.

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