Classic Poem

One evening walking out, I o'ertook a modest colleen ,
When the wind was blowing cool, and the harvest leaves were falling.
" Is our road, by chance, the same? Might we travel on together?"
" O, I keep the mountain side" (she replied), " among the heather."

" Your mountain air is sweet when the days are long and sunny,
When the grass grows round the rocks, and the whinbloom smells like honey;
But the winter's coming fast, with its foggy, snowy weather,
And you'll find it bleak and chill on your hill, among the heather."

She praised her mountain home: and I'll praise it too, with reason,
For where Molly is, there's sunshine and flow'rs at every season.
Be the moorland black or white, does it signify a feather,
Now I know the way by heart, every part, among the heather?

The sun goes down in haste, and the night falls thick and stormy;
Yet I'd travel twenty miles to the welcome that's before me;
Singing hi for Eskydun, in the teeth of wind and weather!
Love'll warm me as I go through the snow, among the heather.