Luyện nghe bài hát Loch Tay Boat Song

When done my work of day, and I row my boat away
Doun the of Loch Tay as the evening sun is sinking,
Then I look toward Ben Lawers, where the after glow
I dream on two eyes and the merry mouth below.

She's my beauteous ruadh, she's my joy and sorrow too;
Though I own she is not true, ah, but I live without her.
For my a boat in tow, and I'd give the world to know
If she to let me go, as I sing hori horo.

ruadh, your lovely hair is more beauteous I declare
Than all the fair from Killin to Aberfeldy.
Be they milk-white, gold, or brown, be blacker than the sloe,
They as much to me as a melting flake of snow.
And her dance is the gleam of the sunlight on the stream
And the the wee folk sing, they're the songs she sings at milking.
But my heart is full of woe, for last night she me go,
And the begin to flow, as I sing hori horo.