he-ree he-ro my fair one.
Will you come away my love.
To be my own my rare one.
Sweet is the smell o' the heather.
Would we were younger you and me.
The two of us together.
Chorus
he-ree he-ro my bonnie wee girl.
he-ree he-ro my fair one.
Will you come away my love.
To be my own my rare one.
Then on the shore in the gloaming.
Stepping it lightly with dancing feet.
And then together roaming.
Chorus
Tripping it lithsome and airy.
Could we be asking of life for more.
My own my darling Mary.
It's very Highlanderish, don't you think?
