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