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Fhir A Bhata (The Boatman) Lyrics - Artist : Denny, Sandy
How often haunting the highest hilltop
I scan the ocean, a sail to see Will it come tonight, love? Will it come tomorrow? Or ever come, love, to comfort me? Fhír a' Bháta no hóró eile Fhír a' Bháta no hóró eile Fhír a' Bháta no hóró eile O fare thee well, love, where'er thou be They call thee fickle, they call thee false one And seek to change me but all in vain Thou art my dream yet throughout the dark night And every moment I watch the main Fhír a' Bháta no hóró eile Fhír a' Bháta no hóró eile Fhír a' Bháta no hóró eile O fare thee well, love, where'er thou be There's not a hamlet, too well I know it Where you go wandering or stay awhile But all its old folk you win with talking And charm its maidens with song and smile Fhír a' Bháta no hóró eile Fhír a' Bháta no hóró eile Fhír a' Bháta no hóró eile O fare thee well, love, where'er thou be Doth thou remember the promise made me A tartan plead, a silken gown? That ring of gold with your hair and portrait? That gown and ring I will never own Fhír a' Bháta no hóró eile Fhír a' Bháta no hóró eile Fhír a' Bháta no hóró eile O fare thee well, love, where'er thou be |
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