From the Irish: Mystery Boatman

(From the Scots Gaelic "Fear a' Bháda")

Mystery Boatman, I hear you rowing;

I climb the mountain to see ‘f your coming;

Are you coming, or am I doting?

If you don’t come soon, my heart be broken.

Mystery Boatman, God speed your coming;

My only wish is to be your woman.

Come to me soon and hold me fondly;

Kiss me gently, and say you love me;

Lovingly let your arms enfold me:

Then all the world is so bright and rosy.

Mystery Boatman, God speed your coming;

My only wish is to be your woman.

Mystery Boatman, for you I’m craving;

See the tears, for my heart is breaking;

Come to me soon and ease its aching;

O, please don’t tell me I am forsaken.

Mystery Boatman, God speed your coming;

My only wish is to be your woman.

From the Irish