Robert Burns

 

Hunting Song or The 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 cannily steal on a bonie moor-hen.

 

The heather was blooming, the meadows were mawn,

Our lads gaed a-hunting ae day at the dawn,

O’er moors and o’er mosses and monie a glen:

At length they discovered a bonie moor-hen…

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