| Song | The Loch Tay Boat Song |
| Artist | Silly Wizard |
| Album | Kiss The Tears Away |
| 作词 : Traditional | |
| When I've done the work o day, | |
| And I row my boat away, | |
| Down the waters o Loch Tay, | |
| When the evening light is fallin', | |
| And I look towards Ben lawyers, | |
| Where the after glory glow, | |
| And I dream on two Bright eyes, | |
| With a merry mouth below, | |
| Shes my beauteous nigh-ean ruadh, | |
| Shes my joy and sorrow too, | |
| And although she is untrue, | |
| Well I cannot live without her, | |
| For my hearts a boat in tow, | |
| And Id give the world to know, | |
| If she means to let me go, | |
| As I sing hee-re, ho-ro | |
| Nighean ruadh your lovely hair, | |
| Has more beauty I declare, | |
| Than all the trasses fair, | |
| From Killin and Aberfeldy, | |
| Be they lint white, Brown or gold, | |
| Be they blacker than the sloe, | |
| They mean not as much to me, | |
| Than the melting flake of snow, | |
| Her dance is like the gleam, | |
| O the sunlight on the stream, | |
| And the song the wee folks sing, | |
| Oh, they're the songs she sings at milking, | |
| But my heart is full of woe, | |
| For last night she bade me go, | |
| And the tears begin to flow, | |
| As I sing Hee-ree,Ho-ro |
| zuò cí : Traditional | |
| When I' ve done the work o day, | |
| And I row my boat away, | |
| Down the waters o Loch Tay, | |
| When the evening light is fallin', | |
| And I look towards Ben lawyers, | |
| Where the after glory glow, | |
| And I dream on two Bright eyes, | |
| With a merry mouth below, | |
| Shes my beauteous nighean ruadh, | |
| Shes my joy and sorrow too, | |
| And although she is untrue, | |
| Well I cannot live without her, | |
| For my hearts a boat in tow, | |
| And Id give the world to know, | |
| If she means to let me go, | |
| As I sing heere, horo | |
| Nighean ruadh your lovely hair, | |
| Has more beauty I declare, | |
| Than all the trasses fair, | |
| From Killin and Aberfeldy, | |
| Be they lint white, Brown or gold, | |
| Be they blacker than the sloe, | |
| They mean not as much to me, | |
| Than the melting flake of snow, | |
| Her dance is like the gleam, | |
| O the sunlight on the stream, | |
| And the song the wee folks sing, | |
| Oh, they' re the songs she sings at milking, | |
| But my heart is full of woe, | |
| For last night she bade me go, | |
| And the tears begin to flow, | |
| As I sing Heeree, Horo |