LOCH TAY BOAT SONG

When I've done the work of day 
And I row my boat away
Down the waters of Loch Tay
When the evening light is falling
Then I look towards Ben Lars
Where the after glories glow
And I dream on two bright eyes
With a merry mouth below.

She's my beauteous Nighean Ruadh
She's my joy and sorrow too
Though I own she is not true
Ah but 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
As I sing horee horo.

Nighean Ruadh your lovely hair
Has more beauty I declare
Than all the tresses fair
From Killin to Aberfeldy
Be they lint-white, gold or brown
Be they blacker than sloe
They mean not as much to me
As a melting flake of snow.

And her dance is like the gleam
Of the sunlight on the stream
And the songs the wee-folk sing
Are the 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
As I sing horee horo.