Mo Nighean Dubh (My Dark-haired Maiden)

Mo nighean dubh, the hills are bright,

And on this last and lovely night,

I'd fain frae auld Knockgowan's height

Look owre the glen wi' thee,

Never mair we'll tread its heather,

Never doun the lea

Liltin' will we shear thegither,

Fu' of mirth and glee,

Fortune's blasts o' wintry weather

Drive us owre the sea,

But lang's we're blest wi' ane anither,

Fie! let fears gae flee.

Yet see, my dear, the hills are bright,

And on this last and lovely night,

I'd fain frae auld Knockgowan's height

Look owre the glen wi' thee.

Mo nighean dubh, 'twas there we met,

And o! that hour is precious yet,

When first my honest vow could get

Love's tearfu' smile frae thee,

Hearts were pledged ere either knew it,

What's to be maun be,

Mine was tint ere I could trow o't

Wi' that glancing e'e.

Dear Knockgowan and the view o't

Ne'er again we'll see,

O let me gang and tak' adieu o't,

Laoth ma chree wi' thee,

Mo nighean dubh, 'twas there we met,

And o! that hour is precious yet,

When first my honest vow could get

Love's tearfu' smile frae thee.