Hurree hurroo

Scottish

Hurree hurroo, my bonny sweet lass,
Hurree huroo, my fair one,
And will you come away, my love,
To be my own, my fair one.

Smiling the land, smiling the sea,
Sweet was the smell of the heather,
Would we were yonder, just you and me,
The two of us together.

All the day long, out by the peat,
Then by the shore in the gloaming,
Tripping it lightly with dancing feet,
Then we together roaming.