When I've done the work of day and I row my boat away Down the waters of Loch Tay when the evening light is fallin' Then I look towards Ben Lawers where the afterglories glow And I dream on two bright eyes with a merry mouth below SheUs my beauteous nighean ruach nighean ruach = red-haired lass She's my joy and sorrow too Though I own she is not true Ah, but I cannot live without her For my heart's a boat in tow And I'd give the world to know If she means to let me go As she sings horee horo Nighean ruach, your lovely hair has more beauty I declare Than all the tresses fair from Killen to Aberfeldy Be they lint, white, gold or brown, be they blacker than the sloe They mean not as much to me as a meltin' flake of snow And her dance is like the gleam Of the sunlight on the stream And the songs the wee folk sing Ah, they're the songs she sings at milkin' But my heart is full of woe For last night she bade me go And the tears begin to flow As I sing horee horo *To play it in (for the Corries version) transpose -7