Fear a Bhata
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| I climb the hilltop, I search the ocean To see my boatman, my heart�s devotion When will I see him, today, tomorrow Wil�t ever come, love, to comfort me? Fear a bhata na horo eile Fear a bhata na horo eile Fear a bhata na horo eile So fare thee well love, where�er ye be From passing boatmen I�d soon discover If they had seen him, my only lover They never answer, I�m always chided �Tis foolish here to wait for thee Fear a bhata na horo eile Fear a bhata na horo eile Fear a bhata na horo eile So fare thee well love, where�er ye be What of the promise to bring his lady A silken gown and a tartan plaidie A ring of gold that would show his portrait That gown and ring I will never see Fear a bhata na horo eile Fear a bhata na horo eile Fear a bhata na horo eile So fare thee well love, where�er ye be I cannot hide it my heart�s devotion Is not a season�s brief emotion His love since girlhood enthralled has held me And ne�er shall fade �til my dying day Fear a bhata na horo eile Fear a bhata na horo eile Fear a bhata na horo eile So fare thee well love, where�er ye be This page has been viewed 2837 times This material might be copyrighted. |
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