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In memory of you

Loch Tay Boat Song

When I've done the work all day,
And I row my boat away
Down the waters of Loch Tay
When the evening light is falling,
Then I look toward Ben Lawers,
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 hori 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 the sloe,
They mean not as much to me
As a melting flake of snow.

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 hori horo.

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 began to flow,
As I sing hori horo.

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 hori horo.




Golden golden

Slowly, slowly, walk the path
And you might never stumble or fall
Slowly, slowly walk the path
And you might never fall in love at all.

Golden, golden is her hair,
Like the morning sun over fields of corn.
Golden, golden flows her love,
So sweet and clear and warm.

Lonely, lonely is the heart
That ne'er another can call its own.
Lonely, lonely lies the part
That has to live all alone.

Golden, golden is her hair,
Like the morning sun over fields of corn.
Golden, golden flows her love,
So sweet and clear and warm.

Wildly, wildly beats the heart
With a rush of love like a mountain stream
Wildly, wildly play your part
As free as a wild bird's dream.

Golden, golden is her hair,
Like the morning sun over fields of corn.
Golden, golden flows her love,
So sweet and clear and warm.

Golden, golden is her hair,
Like the morning sun over fields of corn.
Golden, golden flows her love,
So sweet and clear and warm.



You might not longer be mine, but that doesn?t mean that you?re out of my heart!
9.10.06 17:41
 


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