Loch Tay Boat Song
When I've done my work of day and I row my boat away
Doon the waters o' Loch Tay as the evening light is fading
And I look upon Ben Law'rs where the after glory glows
And I think on two bright eyes and the merry mouth below.
She's my beauteous nighean ruadh she's my joy and sorrow too
And although she is untrue, I cannot live without her
For my heart's a boat in tow, and I'd give the world to know
Why she means to let me go, as I sing ho-ree, ho-ro.
Nighean ruadh your lovely hair, holds more glamour I declare,
Than all the tresses rare, from 'tween Killin and Aberfeldy.
Be they lint white, brown or gold, be they blacker than the sloe,
They are no more worth to me, than a melting flake o' snow.
Her eyes are like the gleam, o' the sun's dance on the stream,
And the songs the wee folk sing, sounds like songs she sings at
milking.
But my heart is full of woe, for last night she bade me go,
And the tears begin to flow, as I sing ho-ree, ho-ro.
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