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I
climb the mountain and scan the ocean,
For thee, my boatman, with fond devotion;
When shall I see thee? today? tomorrow?
O do not leave me in lonely sorrow.
Chorus:
O my boatman, na horo eile,
O my boatman, na horo eile,
O my boatman, na horo eile
Joy await thee whene'er thou sailest!
From passing boatmen I'll fain discover
If they have heard of, or seen my lover
They never tell me, I'm only chided
And told my heart has been sore misguided.
Chorus
My lover promis'd to bring his lady
A silken gown and a tartan plaidie
A ring of gold which would show his semblance
But oh! I fear for his remembrance.
Chorus
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I
may not hide it my heart's devotion
Is not a season's brief emotion;
Thy love in childhood began to seize me
And ne'er shall fade until death release me.
Chorus
My heart is weary with ceaseless wailing
Like wounded swan when her strength is failing
Her notes of anguish the lake awaken
By all her comrades at last forsaken.
Chorus
I climb the mountain and scan the ocean
For thee, my boatman, with fond devotion,
When shall I see thee? today? tomorrow?
Oh do not leave me in lonely sorrow.
Chorus
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