Classic Poem

C OMIN ' through the craigs o' Kyle,
— Amang the bonnie bloomin' heather,
There I met a bonnie lassie,
— Keepin' a' her ewes thegither.

— — — Owre the muir amang the heather,
Owre the muir amang the heather;
— — — There I met a bonnie lassie,
Keepin' a' her ewes thegither.

Says I, My dear, where is thy hame, —
— In muir or dale, pray tell me whether?
She says, I tent the fleecy flocks
— That feed amang the bloomin' heather.

We laid us down upon a bank,
— Sae warm and sunny was the weather:
She left her flocks at large to rove
— Amang the bonnie bloomin' heather.

While thus we lay, she sung a sang,
— Till echo rang a mile and farther;
And aye the burden of the sang
— Was, Owre the muir amang the heather.

She charmed my heart, and aye sinsyne
— I couldna think on ony ither;
By sea and sky! she shall be mine,
— The bonnie lass amang the heather.