(Scottish folk ballad)
Must you go my sweet love?
Won’t thee stay with me here?
Forever on the Brodick bay,
Must you leave my darling, my dear?
For I will wait for thee,
Every morn on the shore,
And a ghost ship on the horizon,
Will come and you’ll heal my heart so sore
Thou took thy last breath,
There, in the cauld cauld sea,
And still I wait here on the shore
Won’t ye come back for me?
I watch the sea crash furiously,
God’s almighty wrath I fear,
And if he were not to will thy spirit hame,
My beloved, my darling, my dear
I lang to feel thy warm breath
To hear thee whisper “ma sweet lass,
I will love ye forever dear,
Until the grave day that I pass”
Won’t the waves deliver ye tae me,
Will ye leave me out here in the cauld?
Am I tae pine every nicht and day,
Until I am withered and auld?
Is that thee o’er in the distance?
Beneath the misty Scottish skies?
A spectre on the horizon,
Tormenting my longing eyes
And in the whistle of the sea wind,
I hear thy voice and feel thy breath,
“Lassie you must leave the bay,
My love, you must leave me tae rest”
I won’t leave the sickly comfort,
“Hamish, will ye not stay?
I’ve made my grave on the Brodick shores,
I pray that my life God will take away
And you and I can be again
And lay together in the fields of heather”,
And circling in the breeze from above,
Into my hands blew a feather
And I felt Hamish’s absence,
On the horizon and in the air,
For him I will wait here on the Brodick shore,
Forever and ever mair.