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When I've done my work of day,
And I row my boat away,
Doon the waters o' Loch Tay,
As the evening light is fading,
And I look upon Ben Lawers,
Where the after glory glows,
And I think on two bright eyes,
And the melting hours below,
She's my beauteous nigh-ean ruadh,
My joy and sorrow too,
And although she is untrue,
Well I cannot live without her,
For my hearts a boat in tow,
And I'd give the world to know,
Why she means to let me go,
As I sing hee-re, ho-ro.Nigh-ean 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 no more worth to me,
Than the melting flake of snow.Her eyes are like the gleam,
O' the sunlight on the stream,
And the songs the faeries sing,
Seem 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.