Here we have another Scottish border ballad that came from the singing of the traveler and singer Belle Stuart, and likewise to SOTI in this recording by Archie Fisher.
The Traditional Ballad Index gives these notes:
This song is very close to “Heather Down the Moor“; they have similar plots and occasional common lyrics. Roud lumps them. There will be versions where it is almost impossible to tell which is which. I thought about listing them as one song. But on consideration, “Heather Down the Moor” has two characteristics rarely seen in “Queen among the Heather.” First, “Heather Down the Moor” tends to follow a complex stanza pattern of eight-line stanzas with complex internal chorus and repeats (see sample with that song). “Queen among the Heather” usually has simple four-line stanzas. “Heather down the Moor” also tends to end with the lines,
“But if I were a king,
I would make her a queen,
The bonnie lass I met among the heather
Down the moor.”
In “Queen Among the Heather,” he is a nobleman, so that obviously isn’t a concern.
Queen Among the Heather
Noo as I roved out one summer’s morn,
among lof-ty hills, moorland and mountain.
It was there I spied a weel faurt maid,
whilst I with others was out a hunting.
No shoes nor stockin’s did she wear,
Neither had she hat nor had she feathes.
But her golden hair hung in ringlets fair,
An’ the gentle breeze played round her shoulders.
Here is a song about unrequited love on Loch Tay in Perthshire. The Paul McKenna Band is relatively new to me. I love their arrangements.
Loch Tay Boat Song
When I’ve done my work of day,
And I row my boat away,
Doon the waters of Loch Tay,
As the evening light is fading
And I look upon Ben Lawers
Where the after glory glows;
And I think on two bright eyes
And the melting mouth below.
She’s my beauteous nighean ruadh,
She’s my joy and sorrow too;
And although she is untrue,
Well I cannot live without her,
For my heart’s a boat in tow,
And I’d give the world to know
Why she means to let me go,
As I sing horee horo.
A classic from Archie Fisher. This song he most likely learned from the Greig-Duncan collection, Folk-Songs of the North-East which includes almost 2,000 songs and was collected from the northeast of Scotland in the early years of the 20th century before World War I by schoolmaster and musician Gavin Grieg and minister James Bruce Duncan.
Will Ye Gang, Love
As I cam’ in by yon Rashie moor,
Wha’ spied I at my true love’s door,
My heart grew sair and my een grew blind
To see my bonnie love leave me behind.
And will ye gang, love, and leave me noo,
Will ye gang, love, and leave me noo,
Wad ye forsake your ain love true
And gang wi’ a lad that ye never knew.