My dark-haired girl, the sky is bright,
And on this last and lovely night
I would, from this old hillside’s height
This time with you retain —
Nevermore we’ll tread these grasses,
Never down the lane
Singing will we go together,
Free from grief, and pain —
Fortune, with its winter passes,
Drives me home again:
But as long as we’re together
Love will us sustain —
Yet see, my love, the sky is bright,
And on this last and lovely night
I would, from this old hillside’s height
This time with you retain.

My dark-haired girl, up here we met,
And that great night is precious yet,
When my few honest words could get
A tearful smile from you —
Hearts were pledged ere either knew it,
How the moments flew:
Mine was gone before I knew it,
With a glance from you —
Though this wan’dring, as we call this,
Nevermore we’ll do,
Now, I’d say goodbye to all this
And, my love, to you —
My dark-haired girl, up here we met,
And this great night is precious yet,
When these few honest words can get
A tearful smile from you.

(Loose translation of “Mo Nighean Dubh”, an old Gaelic folksong – Owen)