Fhir A Bhàta [Spanish translation]

How often haunting the highest hilltop

I scan the ocean, a sail to see

Wilt come tonight, love, wilt come tomorrow

Or ever come, love, to comfort me

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Fhir a bhàta, na horo eile

Fhir a bhàta, na horo eile

Fhir a bhàta, na horo 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

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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

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Doth thou remember the promise made me,

A token plaid, a silken gown

That ring of gold with your hair and portrait

That gown and ring I will never own

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