| lyric | 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 melting mouth below.
She’s my beauteous nighean rue She’s my joy and sorrow too
And although she is untrue Well I cannot live without her
For my heaert’s aboat in two, And I’d give the world to know
Why she means to let me go, s I sing horee, horo.
Nighean ruadh your lovely hair, has more glamour I declare,
Than all the tresses rare, ’tween Killin and Abérfeldy.
Be they lint white, brown or gold, be they blacker than'the‘ sloe,
They are worth no more to me, than the melting flake o’ snow.
Her eyes are like the gleam, 0’ the sunlight on the stream,
And the song the fairies sing, seems 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 Ising ho-ree, ho-ro. |