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When i've done my work o' day |
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And i row my boat away |
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Doon the waters of loch tay |
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As the evening sun is failing |
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And i look in to ben lawers |
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Where the after glory glows |
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And i dream of two bright eyes |
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Wi' the merry mouth below |
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She's my beauteous nighean ruadh |
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She's my joy and sorrow too |
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But i fear she is not true |
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And i cannot live without her |
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But my heart's a boat in tow |
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For i'd give the world to know |
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If she means to let me go |
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As i sing horee horo |
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Nighean ruadh your lovely hair |
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Has more beauty i declare |
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Than all the tresses fair |
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From killing tae aberfeldy |
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Be they milk white grey or brown |
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Be they blacker than the sloe |
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They are no more use to me |
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As the melting flakes of snow |
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Oh your smile is like the gleam |
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Of the sunlight on the stream |
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Like the fairy songs they sing |
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Are the songs you sing 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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Now me tears will only flow |
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As i sing horee horo |