| How often haunting the highest hilltops
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| I scan the ocean i sail tae sea
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| Wilt come tonight love wilt come tomorrow
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| Wilt ever come love to comfort me?
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| Fhear a bhata no horo eil’e
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| Fhear a bhata no horo eil’e
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| Fhear a bhata no horo eil’e
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| Oh fare thee well love where e’er you be
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| They call thee fickle they call thee false one
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| And seek tae change me but all in vain
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| For thou art my dream a through the dark night
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| And every morning i scan the sea
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| Fear a bhata no horo eil’e…
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| There’s not a hamlet too well i know it
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| Where you go wandering or set a while
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| But all the old folks you win wi' talking
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| And charm it’s maidens with song and smile
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| Fhear a bhata no horo eil’e…
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| Do you remember the promise made me
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| The tartan plaidie the silken gown
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| The ring of gold with thy hair and portrait?
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| That gown and ring i will never know
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| Fhear a bhata no horo eil’e… |