As sung by Moira Craig.

She Climbs the mountain, and scans the ocean,
To seek her boat-man, her heart's devotion.
When will she see him? To-day? Tomorrow?
Will he ever come, love, to comfort thee?

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Fhir a' bhata, na ho ro eile,
Fhir a' bhata, na ho ro eile;
Fhir a' bhata, na ho ro eile,
So fare thee well, love, where ere you be.

From passing boatmen, she'd fain discover,
If they had seen him, her only lover.
They never answer, she's always chided;
"Most foolish, maid for to wait for he"

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There was a promise. To bring his lady,
A silken gown and a tartan plaidy.
A ring of gold, which will show his portrait.
Both gown and ring she will never see.

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She may not hide it, her heart's devotion,
is not a season's brief emotion.
His love since childhood, enthralled has held her;
And ne'er shall fade till her dying day.

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