Fhir a' Bhata (The Boatman)


Background Information

Broadcast on Folk Song Cellar, BBC World Service


Lyrics

How often haunting the highest hilltop
I scan the ocean, I sail to see
Will it come tonight, love, will it come tomorrow
Or ever come, love, to comfort me

Fhir a' bhàta, na hóro eile Fhir a' bhàta, na hóro eile Fhir a' bhàta, na hóro eile O fare thee well, love, where'er thou be

They call thee fickle, they call thee false one
And seek to change me but all in vain
Thou art my dream yet throughout the dark night

And every moment I watch the main

Fhir a' bhàta, na hóro eile Fhir a' bhàta, na hóro eile Fhir a' bhàta, na hóro eile O fare thee well, love, where'er thou be

There's not a hamlet, too well I know it,
Where you go wandering or stay awhile
But all its old folk you win with talking
And charm its maidens with song and smile

Fhir a' bhàta, na hóro eile Fhir a' bhàta, na hóro eile Fhir a' bhàta, na hóro eile O fare thee well, love, where'er thou be

Doth thou remember the promise made me,
A tartan plaid, a silken gown
That ring of gold with your hair and portrait
That gown and ring I will never own

Fhir a' bhàta, na hóro eile Fhir a' bhàta, na hóro eile Fhir a' bhàta, na hóro eile O fare thee well, love, where'er thou be


Type:
Live
Artists:
Sandy Denny
Lyrics:
Music:
Released:
10 September 2007 (UK)
Recorded:
2nd December 1966 at Cecil Sharp House
  • BBC, London
Length:
4:17
Label:
Universal Island Records Ltd.
Publisher:
Public domain
Musicians: