| Wi' my dog and gun, through the bloomin' heather
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| For game and pleasure I took my way
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| I met a maid, she was tall and slender
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| Her eyes enticed me some time to stay
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| I said «Fair maid, do you know I love you?
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| Tell me your name and your dwelling, oh so?»
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| «Oh, excuse my name, but you’ll find my dwelling
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| By the mountain streams where the moorcocks crow.»
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| I said «Fair maid, if you wed a farmer
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| You’ll be tied for life tae one plot of land
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| I’m a rovin' Johnny, if you gone wi' me
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| You will have no ties, so gi' me your hand.»
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| «Ah, but if my parents knew I loved a rover
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| It is that I’m sure would be my overthrow
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| So I’ll stay at home for another season
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| By the mountain streams where the moorcocks crow.»
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| «So it’s fare thee well, love, another season
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| We will meet again in yon woodland vale
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| And I’ll set you down all upon my knee, love
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| And I’ll listen to your lovesick tale
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| «And it’s arm in arm we will go together
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| Through the lofty trees, in the valley below
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| Where the lenties sing their song so sweetly
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| By the mountain streams where the moorcocks crow.» |