She taps lightly at my window Barely loud enough to hear Taunting me with trinkets. From battles far too near. She is Victory on this eve of deceit She robs me of my sorrows My grief is hers to steal 'Tha gaol agam ort' Cries my dark and tender harbinjer and away i'm swept along the Crow's road, to meet my peace at journeys end. 'Tha gaol agam ort cuideachd' my dear Sleep deep and honey sweet. She is Victory on this eve of deceit ('Tha gaol agam ort' ) She robs me of my sorrows ('Tha gaol agam ort' ) My grief is hers to steal She taps lightly at my window Barely loud enough to hear Taunting me with trinkets. From battles far too near. 'Tha gaol agam ort cuideachd' my dear Sleep deep and honey sweet. honey sweet.
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