Fhear A Bhata (The Boatsmen)

I'm often hunting, the highest hilltops
I scan the oceans, I sail the seas
Will come tonight love?
Will come tommorow?
Wilt ever come, love, to comfort me?

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Fhear A Bhata
Na horo eile*
Fhear A Bhata
Na horo eile
Fhear A Bhata
Na horo eile
Oh, fare ye well, love
Where 'ere ye be

They call thee fickle, they call thee false one
and seek to change me, but all in vain
for thou art my dream, yet through the dark night
and every morning I watch the main

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Theres not a hamlet do well I know it
where you go wandrin or sit awhile.
but all its old folk, you win with talkin
and charm its maidens with song and smile.

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Dost thou remember the promise made me
The tartan plaide, the silken gown
that ring of gold with thy head in portrait
that golden ring I shall never now own

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*Note: Na horo eile, doesn't mean anything in gaelic. It is the gaelic equivalent of "yeah, yeah, yeah" in the song "she loves me yeah, yeah, yeah". Words used as fill in lyrics in verse.