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