Capercaillie

Blood is strong version

Fhir a’bhata, na ho ro eile
Fhir a’bhata, na ho ro eile
Fhir a’bhata, na ho ro eile
Mo shoraidh slan leat ‘sgach ait teid thu!

‘S tric mi sealltuinn o’n chnoc a’s dirde
Dh’fheuch am faic mi fear a’ bhata
An tig thu’n diugh no’n tig thu maireach
‘S mur tig thu idir, gur truagh a ta mi.

Fhir a’bhata, na ho ro eile
Fhir a’bhata, na ho ro eile
Fhir a’bhata, na ho ro eile
Mo shoraidh slan leat ‘sgach ait teid thu!

O my boatman, na ho ro eile
O my boatman, na ho ro eile
O my boatman, na ho ro eile
May joy await thee where ‘er thou sailest!

I climb the mountain and scan the ocean
For thee, my boatman, with fond devotion
When shall I see thee? today? tomorrow?
Oh! do not leave me in lonely sorrow.

O my boatman, na ho ro eile
O my boatman, na ho ro eile
O my boatman, na ho ro eile
May joy await thee where ‘er thou sailest!