When I've done the work of day, and I row my boat away
Down the waters of Loch Tay, where the evening light is fading
And I look upon Ben Lawers, where the after glory glows
And I think on two bright eyes, and the melting mouth below
She's my beauteous nighean ruadh; she's my joy and sorrow too
And although she is untrue, well I cannot live without her
For my heart's a boat in tow, and I'd give the world to know
If she means to let me go, while I sing horee, horo
Nighean ruadh your lovely hair, has more glamour I declare
Than all the tresses rare, from Killin and Aberfeldy
Be they lint white, brown or gold, be they black than the sloe
They are worth much more to me, than the melting flake of snow
Her eyes are like the gleam, of the sunlight on the stream
And the song the wee folk 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, while I sing horee, horo
Down the waters of Loch Tay, where the evening light is fading
And I look upon Ben Lawers, where the after glory glows
And I think on two bright eyes, and the melting mouth below
She's my beauteous nighean ruadh; she's my joy and sorrow too
And although she is untrue, well I cannot live without her
For my heart's a boat in tow, and I'd give the world to know
If she means to let me go, while I sing horee, horo
Nighean ruadh your lovely hair, has more glamour I declare
Than all the tresses rare, from Killin and Aberfeldy
Be they lint white, brown or gold, be they black than the sloe
They are worth much more to me, than the melting flake of snow
Her eyes are like the gleam, of the sunlight on the stream
And the song the wee folk 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, while I sing horee, horo
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