O Boat of my lover, go softly, go safely;
⁠O boat of my lover, that bears him from me!
From the homes of the clachan, from the burn singing sweetly,
⁠From the loch and the mountain, that he'll never more see.

O boat of my lover, go softly, go safely;
⁠Thou bearest my soul with thee over the tide.
I said not a word, but my heart it was breaking,
⁠For life is so short, and the ocean so wide.

O boat of my lover, go softly, go safely;
⁠Though the dear voice is silent, the kind hand is gone:
But oh, love me, my lover! and I'll live till I find thee;
⁠Till our parting is over, and our dark days are done.