With my dog and gun through the blooming heather To seek for pastime I took my way Where I espied a charming fair one Whose charms invited me a while to stay I said, "My darling, you will find I love you Tell me your dwelling and your name also." "Excuse my name and you'll find my dwelling near The mountain streams where the moorcocks crow." I said, "My darling, if you'll wed a rover My former raking I will leave aside Here is my hand and I pledge you my honour If you prove constant I'll make you my bride." "If my parents knew that I loved a rover Then a grave affliction I would undergo I will stop at home for another season near The mountain streams where the moorcocks crow." "So farewell, darling, for another season I hope we'll meet in some moorland vale There we will kiss and embrace each other I'll pay attention to your lovesick tale "Then it's arm in arm we will join together And I'll escort you to yon valley low Where the linnet sings his note so pleasing near The mountain streams where the moorcocks crow."