Book of Song

Fhear A Bhata

by trad

I’m often [G] hunting the highest [D/F#] hilltops
I scan the [Em] oceans, I sail the [D/F#] seas
Will come [C] tonight love?
Will come tom-[G] mo- [D] row?
Wilt ever [Em] come, love, to [D] comfort [C] me?

( Chorus
Fhear A Bhata (Air ah Vata)
Na hóro eile (Nah ho-ro ay-lah)
Fhear A Bhata
Na hóro eile
Fhear A Bhata
Na hóro eile
Oh, fare thee well, love
Where ‘ere ye be )

They call thee fickle, they call thee false one
and seek to change me, but all in vain
for thou art my dream, yet through the dark night
and every morning I watch the main

(Chorus)

There’s not a hamlet do well I know it
where you go wand’rin or sit awhile.
but all its old folk, you win with talkin’
and charm its maidens with song and smile.

(Chorus)

Dost thou remember the promise made me?
The tartan plaide, the silken gown
that ring of gold with thy head in portrait
that golden ring I shall never now own?

(Chorus)