| When I’ve done the work o day
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| And I row my boat away
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| Down the waters o Loch Tay
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| When the evening light is fallin'
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| And I look towards Ben lawyers
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| Where the after glory glow
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| And I dream on two Bright eyes
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| With a merry mouth below
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| Shes my beauteous nigh-ean ruadh
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| Shes my joy and sorrow too
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| And although she is untrue
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| Well I cannot live without her
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| For my hearts a boat in tow
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| And Id give the world to know
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| If she means to let me go
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| As I sing hee-re, ho-ro
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| Nighean ruadh your lovely hair
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| Has more beauty I declare
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| Than all the trasses fair
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| From Killin and Aberfeldy
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| Be they lint white, Brown or gold
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| Be they blacker than the sloe
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| They mean not as much to me
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| Than the melting flake of snow
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| Her dance is like the gleam
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| O the sunlight on the stream
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| And the song the wee folks sing
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| Oh, they’re the songs she sings at milking
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| But my heart is full of woe
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| For last night she bade me go
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| And the tears begin to flow
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| As I sing Hee-ree, Ho-ro |