Loch Tay

When I've done the work of day,
 And I row my boat away,
 Down the waters of Loch Tay,
 As the evening lights are 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
 Why she means to let me go,
 As I sing horee horo.
 Nighean ruadh, your lovely hair
 Has more glamour I declare
 Than all the tresses rare
 'tween Killin and Aberfeldy.
 Be they lint white, brown or gold,
 Be they blacker than the sloe,
 They are worth no more to me
 Than the melting flake of snow.
 And her eyes are like the gleam
 O' the sunlight on the stream;
 And the songs the fairies sing
 Oh, they're 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.
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 When I've done the work of day,
 And I row my boat away,
 Down the waters of Loch Tay,
 As 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
 Why she needs to let me go,
 As I sing horee horo.
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