From a traditional song, as learned by June Tabor of Belle Stewart (Read here about the collection of said song and the folk process in action)
I said, “Fair lassie, if you’ll be mine
And you lie on a bed o’ feathers,
In silks and satin it’s you will shine,
And you’ll be my queen among the heather.”She said, “Kind sir, your offer is good,
But I’m afraid it’s meant for laughter,
For I know you are some rich squire’s son
And I’m a poor lame shepherd’s daughter.”Ah but had ye been some shepherd lad
A herding ewes among the heather
Or had been some ploughmans son
Its with all my heart I would have loved you.”
The Belle Stewart version ends with
So we baith sat doon upon the plain.
We sat awhile and we talked thegether,
And we left the yowes for to stray their lane,
Till I wooed my queen amang the heather.
