wi my dog and gun through the bloomin heather for game and pleasure i took my way i met a maid she was tall and slender her eyes enticed me some time to stay i said fair maid do you know i love you tell me your name and your dwelling oh so oh excuse my name but you ll find my dwelling by the mountain streams where the moorcocks crow i said fair maid if you wed a farmer you ll be tied for life tae one plot of land i m a rovin johnny if you gone wi me you will have no ties so gi me your hand ah but if my parents knew i loved a rover it is that i m sure would be my overthrow so i ll stay at home for another season by the mountain streams where the moorcocks crow so it s fare thee well love another season we will meet again in yon woodland vale and i ll set you down all upon my knee love and i ll listen to your lovesick tale and it s arm in arm we will go together through the lofty trees in the valley below where the lenties sing their song so sweetly by the mountain streams where the moorcocks crow 
['celtic', 'celtic rock', 'irish folk', 'shanty']