Luyện nghe bài hát Queen Amangst The Heather

As I roved out one fine summer's
'Mang lofty hills, and mountains
Wha I spy but a fair young maid
As I wi' was out a hunting

No shoes nor did she wear
And had she cap nor feather
But her golden hair hung in fair
The gentle breeze blew her shoulders

I said, "Braw lass why your lane?
Why roam your amang the heather?"
She said, "My father's awa' frae
And I'm herding a' his thegether"

I said, "Braw lass gin ye'll be
And care tae lie in a bed o'
In silks and satins you shine
Ye'll be my queen the heather"

She said, "Kind sir offer's fine
But I'm afraid 'twas for laughter
For I see you are some squire's son
And I am but a poor daughter"

"But had ye a shepherd loon
yowes in yonder valley
Or had ye been the son
Wi' a' my I could a' loo'd thee"

I've tae balls and I've been tae halls
I've tae London and Balquidder
But the lass that e'er I saw
Was yowes amang the heather