Luyện nghe bài hát Loch Tay Boat Song

When I've done my 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 glories glow
I dream on two bright eyes and the merry below.

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

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