When I've done my work of day,
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And I row my boat away,
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Down the waters of Loch Tay,
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As the evening light is fading,
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And I look upon Ben Lawers,
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Where the after-glory glows,
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And I think on two bright eyes,
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And a melting mouth below.
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She¡¯s my beauteous nighean ruadh,
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My joy and sorrow too,
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And although she is untrue,
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Well I cannot live without her,
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For my heart¡¯s a boat in tow,
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And I¡¯d give the world to know,
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Why she means to let me go,
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As I sing ho-ree, ho-ro
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Nighean ruadh your lovely hair,
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Has more glamour I declare,
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Than all the tresses rare,
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Twixt Killin and Aberfeldy,
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Be they lint white, brown or gold,
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Be they blacker than the sloe,
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She is no more worth to me,
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Than a melting flake of snow.
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Her eyes are like the gleam,
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Of the sunlight o¡¯er the stream,
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And the songs the fairies sing,
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Seem like songs she sings at milking,
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But my heart is full of woe,
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For last night she bade me go,
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And the tears begin to flow,
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As I sing ho-ree, ho ro.
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The Loch Tay Boat Song
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| Silly Wizard |
