Boatman, o ho ro eile Boatman, o ho ro eile Boatman,
o ho ro eile A fond farewell wherever you go I often look from the
highest hill To try and see the boatman
Will you come today or tomorrow
If you don't come at all I will be downhearted
My heart is broken and bruised
With tears often flowing from my eyes
Will you come tonight or will I expect you
Or will I close the door with
a sad sigh? I often ask people on boats
Whether they see you or whether you are safe Each of them says
That I was foolish to fall in love with you.