the bonie moor-hen
the heather was blooming, the meadows were mawn,
our ds gaed a-hunting ae day at the dawn,
o'er moors and o'er mosses and mony a glen,
at length they discover'd a bonie moor-hen.
chorus.—i rede you, beware at the hunting, young men,
i rede you, beware at the hunting, young men;
take some on the wing, and some as they spring,
but ily steal on a bonie moor-hen.
sweet—brushing the dew from the browher bells
her colours betray'd her on yon mossy fells;
her plumage outlustr'd the pride o' the spring
and o! as she wanton�
The Bonie Moor-Hen(1/2)