Fhir a' bhàta / Thig am bàta (Eilidh Mackenzie)

"Fhir a' bhàta" (The Boatman) and "Thig am bàta" (The Boat Will Come), Two Scottish-Gaelic songs performed by folk singer Eilidh Mackenzie. Accompanied by Alison Kinnaird (harp), Dougie Pincock (whistle) and Gillian Mackenzie. Taken from the album "Eideadh na Sgeulachd" (The Raiment of the Tale) (1992).

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C'est sobre et splendide

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Fine singing ..and harp also.

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FHIR A' BHATA Is tric mi 'sealltainn o 'n chnoc a's àirde Dh'fheuch am faic mi fear a' bhàta An tig thu 'n diùgh no 'n tig thu a-màireach? 'S mur tig thu idir gur truagh a tà mi Chorus: Fhir a' bhàta na ho ro eile Fhir a' bhàta na ho ro eile Fhir a' bhàta na ho ro eile Mo shoraidh slàn leat 's gach àit' an tèid thu Tha mo chridhe-sa briste, brùite 'S tric na deòir a' ruith o m' shùilean An tig thu a-nochd no 'm bi mo dhùil riut No 'n dùin mi 'n dorus le osna thùrsaich? 'S tric mi 'faighneachd de luchd nam bàta Am fac' iad thu no a bheil thu sàbhailt' Ach 's ann a tha gach aon dhiùbh 'g ràitinn Gur gòrach mise ma thug mi gràdh dhut THIG AM BATA Thig am bàta, hug ò Moch am màireach, hug ò Bidh m'athair innt', hi ri o-ho 'S mo thriùir bhràithrean, hug ò 'S mo chéile donn, hug ò Air ràmh braghad, hug ò 'S gheibh iad mise, hi ri ò Air mo bhàthadh, hug ò 'S togaidh iad mi, hug ò Air na ràmhan, hug ò 'S mo bhreacan donn, hi ri o-ho Snàmh na fairge, hug ò Cha b'e 'n t-acras, hug ò Chuir do 'n tràigh mi, hug ò Nach miann an duileasg, hi ri o-ho 'S miann nam beàrnach, hug ò Fhir ud thall, hug ò Falbh na tràghad, hug ò Soraidh bhuamsa, hi ri o-ho Gu mo mhàthair, hug ò O mo mhallachd, hug ò Aig bean eudaich, hug ò Dh'fhàg i mise, hi ri o-ho 'S an sgeir bhàthte, hug ò Thig am bàta, hug ò Moch am màireach, hug ò 'S gheibh iad mise, hi ri o-ho Air mo bhàthadh, hug ò

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O BOATMAN Often I'm searching on top of the hill Hoping to see my the boatman Will you come today or will you come tomorrow? And if you don't come at all, I'll be in despair Chorus: O boatman, na ho ro eile O boatman, na ho ro eile O boatman, na ho ro eile My fond farewell to you, wherever you may be My heart is broken, bruised Often tears are running from my eyes Will you come tonight or should I wait for you Or close the door, sighing heavily? Often I ask the boatmen If they have seen you or if you're safe But all of them are saying That I'm a fool to give my love to you. THE BOAT WILL COME The boat will come, hug ò Early tomorrow, hug ò My father will be in it, hi ri o-ho And my three brothers, hug ò And my brown-haired husband, hug ò On the chest oar, hug ò And they will find me, hi ri o-ho Drowned, hug ò They'll lift me up, hug ò On the oars, hug ò And my brown plaid, hi ri o-ho Swimming on the sea, hug ò It wasn't the hunger, hug ò That sent me to the strand, hug ò Or desire of dulse, hi ri o-ho Or desire of limpets, hug ò O man yonder, hug ò Walking on the strand, hug ò Say farewell from me, hi ri o-ho To my mother, hug ò O my curses, hug ò To the jealous woman, hug ò She left me, hi ri o-ho On the rock of drownings, hug ò The boat will come, hug ò Early tomorrow, hug ò And they will find me, hi ri o-ho Drowned, hug ò

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