how often haunting the highest hilltops
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i scan the ocean i sail tae sea
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wilt come tonight love wilt come tomorrow
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wilt ever come love to comfort me?
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fhear a bhata no horo eil'e
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fhear a bhata no horo eil'e
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fhear a bhata no horo eil'e
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oh fare thee well love where e'er you be
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they call thee fickle they call thee false one
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and seek tae change me but all in vain
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for thou art my dream a through the dark night
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and every morning i scan the sea
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fear a bhata no horo eil'e...
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there's not a hamlet too well i know it
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where you go wandering or set a while
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but all the old folks you win wi' talking
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and charm it's maidens with song and smile
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fhear a bhata no horo eil'e...
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do you remember the promise made me
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the tartan plaidie the silken gown
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the ring of gold with thy hair and portrait?
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that gown and ring i will never know
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fhear a bhata no horo eil'e...
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Fhear A Bhata (The Boatman)
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| Silly Wizard |
