Fear a’bhata ‘s na ho ro eile
Fear a’bhata ‘s na ho ro eile
Fear a’bhata ‘s na ho ro eile
So fare thee well, love, where e’er thou be

How often hunting the highest hilltop,
I scan the ocean your boat to see?
Will’t come today, love, will’t come tomorrow?
Or ever come, love, to comfort me?

There’s not a hamlet, but well I know it,
Where you go wand’ring, or rest awhile.
But all its old folks you win with talk, love,
And charm its maidens with song and smile.

Thou art a rover, my friends have told me,
But nonetheless to my heart I hold thee,
And every night, in my dreams, I hold thee,
Until at dawn do the visions flee.

My lover promised to bring his lady
A silken gown and a tartan plaidie,
A ring of gold which would show his semblance,
But, ah, I fear me, for his remembrance.