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84 Music of the Waters. |
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Fear a Bhata, na horo eile, Fear a Bhata, na horo eile, Fear a Bhata, na horo eile, O fare thee well, love, where'er thou goest"
2. " They call thee fickle, they call thee false one,
And seek to change me, but all in vain, No, thou'rt my dream yet throughout the dark night, And every morn yet I watch the main. Fear a Bhata, &c."
3. "There's not a hamlet—too well I know it—
Where you go wandering or stay awhile, But all its old folk you win with talking,
And charm its maidens with song and smile. Dost thou remember the promise made me,
The tartan plaidie, the silken gown, The ring of gold, with thy hair and portrait ? That gown and ring I will never own. Fear a Bhata, na horo eile, Fear a Bhata, na horo eile, Fear a Bhata, na horo eile, O fare thee well, love, where'er thou goest."
" Fear a Bhata" is sometimes written " Fhir a Bhata." I have not given the Gaelic version of this song, for I am doubtful if many are sufficiently versed in the language of Ossian to render its insertion necessary, and the English version so admirably sets forth the pathos of this truly Highland gem, that I feel no hesitation in suppressing it. The third verse, and especially the lines—
" But all its old folk you win with talking, And charm its maidens with song and smile "
is charming, and one of the most poetic of compliments to sailors. |
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