My aunt Beanto (Boericke) Cohen gave me this lovely thing. She sang me many songs from the Scottish Hebrides when I was growing up - to help me keep my feet off the ground, I think.
Bheir me O, horo van-oh,
Bheir me O, horo van-ee.
Bheir me o, o hooro ho,
Sad am I without thee.
Thou'rt the music of my heart,
Harp of joy, o cruit mo ahruidh,
Moon of guidanae by night,
Strength and light thou'rt to me.
In the morning, when I go
To the white and shining sea,
In the calling of the seal
Thy soft calling to me.
When I'm lonely, dear white heart,
Black the night and wild the sea;
By love's light my foot finds
The old pathway to thee.