Fhear A Bhata (The Boatman)
How often haunting the highest hilltops
I scan the ocean I sail tae sea
Wilt come tonight love, wilt come tomorrow
Wilt ever come love to comfort me?
Fhear a bhata na horo eil'e
Fhear a bhata na horo eil'e
Fhear a bhata na horo eil'e
O fare thee well love where e'er you be
They call thee fickle they call thee false one
And seek tae change me but all in vain
For thou art my dream a through the dark night
And every morning I watch the bay
Fhear a bhata na horo eil'e
Fhear a bhata na horo eil'e
Fhear a bhata na horo eil'e
O fare thee well love where e'er you be
There's not a hamlet too well I know it
Where you go wandering or set a while
But all it's old folks you win wi' talking
And charm it's maidens with song and smile
Fhear a bhata na horo eil'e
Fhear a bhata na horo eil'e
Fhear a bhata na horo eil'e
O fare thee well love where e'er you be
Dost thou remember the promise made me
The tartan plaidie the silken gown
The ring of gold with thy hair and portrait?
That gown and ring I will never know
Fhear a bhata na horo eil'e
Fhear a bhata na horo eil'e
Fhear a bhata na horo eil'e
O fare ye well love where e'er ye be
I scan the ocean I sail tae sea
Wilt come tonight love, wilt come tomorrow
Wilt ever come love to comfort me?
Fhear a bhata na horo eil'e
Fhear a bhata na horo eil'e
Fhear a bhata na horo eil'e
O fare thee well love where e'er you be
They call thee fickle they call thee false one
And seek tae change me but all in vain
For thou art my dream a through the dark night
And every morning I watch the bay
Fhear a bhata na horo eil'e
Fhear a bhata na horo eil'e
Fhear a bhata na horo eil'e
O fare thee well love where e'er you be
There's not a hamlet too well I know it
Where you go wandering or set a while
But all it's old folks you win wi' talking
And charm it's maidens with song and smile
Fhear a bhata na horo eil'e
Fhear a bhata na horo eil'e
Fhear a bhata na horo eil'e
O fare thee well love where e'er you be
Dost thou remember the promise made me
The tartan plaidie the silken gown
The ring of gold with thy hair and portrait?
That gown and ring I will never know
Fhear a bhata na horo eil'e
Fhear a bhata na horo eil'e
Fhear a bhata na horo eil'e
O fare ye well love where e'er ye be
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Writer(s): Traditional, Barak Olier
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