CHORUS
Fhir a’ bhàta na hòro eile
Fhìr a’ bhàta na hòro eile
Fhìr a’ bhàta na hòro eile
Mo shoraidh slàn leat ’s gach àit’ an tèid thu’
S tric mi sealltainn on chnoc as àirde
Dh’fheuch am faic mi fear a’ bhàta;
An tig thu ’n-diugh, no ’n tig thu ’màireach
’S mur tig thu idir, gur truagh a tà mi
Tha mo chridhe-sa briste, brùite
’S tric na deòir a’ ruith o m’ shùilean
An tig thu a-nochd, no ’m bi mo dhùil riut
No ’n dùin mi ’n doras, le osna thùrsaich?
Gheall mo leannan-sa gùn de ’n t-sìoda
Gheall e siud agus breacan rìomhach
Fàinne òir anns am faicinn ìomhaigh
Ach ’s eagal leamsa gun dèan e dìochuimh | CHORUS
Fhir a’ bhàta na hòro eile
Fhìr a’ bhàta na hòro eile
Fhìr a’ bhàta na hòro eile
My greetings to you wherever you may go.
Often I look from the highest hill
Searching for the boatman
Will you come today or will you come tomorrow?
If you don’t come at all, I will be downhearted
My heart is broken and wounded
The tears constantly stream from my eyes
Will you come tonight or should I expect you
Or will I close the door, with a sorrowful sigh?
My love promised me a gown of silk
He promised me that and a beautiful plaid
A golden ring in which I could see his reflection
But I fear that he will forget
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