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Fhir a Bhata

         G                            D
Often haunting the highest hilltop
               Em                       Bm
I scan the ocean, thy sails to see
                      C                                  G    D
Will't come tonight, love, will't come tomorrow
         Bm   G                  D          C
Will't ever come, love to comfort me

          G                   D
Fhir a bhata na horo eile
         Em          D     Bm
Fhir a bhata na horo eile
          C                  Em D
Fhir a bhata na horo eile
                    Em                      D       C
Oh fare thee well, love, where e'er 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, through the dark night
And every morning I watch the same

There's not a hamlet, too well I know it
Where you go wanderin' and sit a while
Yet all its old folk you win with talking
And charm its maidens with song and smile

Dost thou remember the promise made me
The tartan plaidie, the silken gown?
The ring of gold with thy hair and portrait
That gown and ring I will never own