Song | The Loch Tay Boat Song |
Artist | Silly Wizard |
Album | Kiss The Tears Away |
作词 : Traditional | |
When I've done the work o day, | |
And I row my boat away, | |
Down the waters o Loch Tay, | |
When the evening light is fallin', | |
And I look towards Ben lawyers, | |
Where the after glory glow, | |
And I dream on two Bright eyes, | |
With a merry mouth below, | |
Shes my beauteous nigh-ean ruadh, | |
Shes my joy and sorrow too, | |
And although she is untrue, | |
Well I cannot live without her, | |
For my hearts a boat in tow, | |
And Id give the world to know, | |
If she means to let me go, | |
As I sing hee-re, ho-ro | |
Nighean ruadh your lovely hair, | |
Has more beauty I declare, | |
Than all the trasses fair, | |
From Killin and Aberfeldy, | |
Be they lint white, Brown or gold, | |
Be they blacker than the sloe, | |
They mean not as much to me, | |
Than the melting flake of snow, | |
Her dance is like the gleam, | |
O the sunlight on the stream, | |
And the song the wee folks 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 Hee-ree,Ho-ro |
zuò cí : Traditional | |
When I' ve done the work o day, | |
And I row my boat away, | |
Down the waters o Loch Tay, | |
When the evening light is fallin', | |
And I look towards Ben lawyers, | |
Where the after glory glow, | |
And I dream on two Bright eyes, | |
With a merry mouth below, | |
Shes my beauteous nighean ruadh, | |
Shes my joy and sorrow too, | |
And although she is untrue, | |
Well I cannot live without her, | |
For my hearts a boat in tow, | |
And Id give the world to know, | |
If she means to let me go, | |
As I sing heere, horo | |
Nighean ruadh your lovely hair, | |
Has more beauty I declare, | |
Than all the trasses fair, | |
From Killin and Aberfeldy, | |
Be they lint white, Brown or gold, | |
Be they blacker than the sloe, | |
They mean not as much to me, | |
Than the melting flake of snow, | |
Her dance is like the gleam, | |
O the sunlight on the stream, | |
And the song the wee folks 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 Heeree, Horo |