Fear a Bhata

How often haunting the highest hilltop
I scan the ocean, a sail to see
Will't come tonight, love? Will't come tomorrow?
Will't ever come, love, to comfort me?

Fhír a' Bháta no hóró eile
Fhír a' Bháta no hóró eile
Fhír a' Bháta no hóró eile
O fare thee well, love, where'er you be

Some call me false, love, some call me fickle
And seek to change me but all in vain
For thou art my dream all through the dark night
And every morning I watch the main

Fhír a' Bháta no hóró eile
Fhír a' Bháta no hóró eile
Fhír a' Bháta no hóró eile
O fare thee well, love, where'er you be

There's not a hamlet, too well I know it
Where you go haunting and sit awhile
And all the old folk you charm with stories
And all the maidens with song and smile

Fhír a' Bháta no hóró eile
Fhír a' Bháta no hóró eile
Fhír a' Bháta no hóró eile
O fare thee well, love, where'er you be

Dost thou remember the promise made me
The tartan plaide, the silken gown?
The ring of gold with hair and portrait?
That gown and ring I will never own

Fhír a' Bháta no hóró eile
Fhír a' Bháta no hóró eile
Fhír a' Bháta no hóró eile
O fare thee well, love, where'er you be