As I was walking down yon hill
All on a Summer's evening
There I spied a bonny lass
Skipping barefoot through the heather
And oh but she was neatly dressed
She neither needed hat nor feather
She was the queen among them all
Skipping barefoot through the heather
She wore a gown o' bonny [?]
Her petticoats were a pheasant colour
And in between the stripes were seen
Shining bells of blooming heather
Oh dear lass would you gan with me?
Would you gan with me and leave your heather?
Silks and satins ye shall wear
If you gan with me and leave your heather
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Um rapaz jovem repara numa rapariga bonita que caminha descalça sobre urze.
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