When Ive done my work o day,

And I row my boat away,

Down the waters o Loch Tay,

As the evening light is fading,

And I look upon Ben lawyers,

Where the after glory goes,

And I think on two Bright eyes,

And the melting 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,

Why she means to let me go,

As I sing hee-re, ho-ro

Nighean ruadh your lovely hair,

Has more glamour I declare,

Than all the trasses rare,

Tween Killin and Aberfeldy,

Be they lint white, Brown or gold,

Be they blacker than the sloe,

They are worth no more to me,

Than the melting flake of snow,

Her eyes are like the gleam,

O the sunlight on the stream,

And the song the fairies sing,

Seems like 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