The Boatman Songtext
von Caladmor

How often haunting the highest mountain
And scan the ocean to seek my boatman
When will I see him, today, tomorrow?
Wilt ever come love to comfort me?

Fhir a′ bhàta, na hóro eile
Fhir a' bhàta, na hóro eile
Fhir a′ bhàta, na hóro eile
Oh fare ye well love wherever ye be

From passing boatmen i feign discover
If they have heard of or seen my lover
They never tell me, I'm only chided
And told my heart's been sore misguided


Fhir a′ bhàta, na hóro eile
Fhir a′ bhàta, na hóro eile
Fhir a' bhàta, na hóro eile
Oh fare ye well love wherever ye be

There was a promise to bring his lady
A silken gown and a tartan plaid
A ring of gold which would show his portrait
That golden ring I will never see

Fhir a′ bhàta, na hóro eile
Fhir a' bhàta, na hóro eile
Fhir a′ bhàta, na hóro eile
Oh fare ye well love wherever ye be

I may not hide it, my heart's devotion
Is not a season′s brief emotion
Thy love in childhood began to seize me
And not shall fade 'till my dying day


Fhir a' bhàta, na hóro eile
Fhir a′ bhàta, na hóro eile
Fhir a′ bhàta, na hóro eile
Oh fare ye well love wherever ye be