O’er the moor I wander lonely

You can here a snippet of what sounds like an excellent version of Percy Grainger's setting of this 'Song of the North' here. The words are by A(nnie) C(ampbell) Macleod, collector of the Skye Boat Song.


O’er the moor I wander lonely,
Ochon-a-rie, my heart is sore;
Where are all the joys I cherished?
With my darling they have perished,
And they will return no more.

I loved thee first, I loved thee only,
Ochon-a-rie, my heart is sore;
I loved thee from the day I met thee,
What care I though all forget thee!
I will love thee evermore.