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 fadin' And I look upon Ben Lawers where the after glory glow And I dream on two bright eyes and the melting mouth below She's my beauteous nighean ruach She's my joy and sorrow too And although she is untrue Ah, but I cannot live without her or my heart's a boat in tow And I'd give the world to know Why she means to let me go As I sing horee, horo Nighean ruach, your lovely hair has more glamour I declare Than all the tresses rare from Killen to Aberfeldy Be they lint, white, brown, or gold be they blacker than the sloe They have no more worth to me than a meltin flake o' snow And her dance is like the gleam O'er the sunlight on the stream And the songs the faeries sing Seems like 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