So often haunting the highest hilltop
I scan the ocean your sail to see
Will it come tonight love
Will it come tomorrow
Or ever come love to comfort me?

They call you fickle, they call you false, love
And try to change me but all in vain
You are my dream yet through all the dark nights
And every moment I watch the main

Fhir a' bhàta, ‘sna hóro eile
Fhir a' bhàta, ‘sna hóro eile
Fhir a' bhàta, ‘sna hóro eile
Oh fare thee well love, where’ere you be

There’s not a hamlet, too well I know it
Where you may wander or stay a while
That all the old folk are charmed by your stories
And all the maidens your songs and smiles

I am too sad love I am too faithful
Like the white swan that has been torn
And sings her last song on the lonely bank side
By all forsaken by all forsworn

Fhir a' bhàta, ‘sna hóro eile
Fhir a' bhàta, ‘sna hóro eile
Fhir a' bhàta, ‘sna hóro eile
Oh fare thee well love, where’ere you be

Do you remember the promise made me?
A tartan plaid love, a silken gown
A golden ring love with your hair and portrait
That golden ring I may never own

Fhir a' bhàta, ‘sna hóro eile
Fhir a' bhàta, ‘sna hóro eile
Fhir a' bhàta, ‘sna hóro eile
Oh fare thee well love, where’ere you be