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