Deep and dark are my true love's eyes,
Blacker still is the winter's turning,
As the sadness of parting proves;
And brighter now is the lantern burning,
That lightens my path to love
No fiddle tune can take the air,
But I'll see her swift feet a-dancing,
And the swirl of her long brown hair;
Her smiling face and her dark eyes glancing,
As we stepped out Blinkbonny Fair
And if my waiting prove in vain,
I will pack and track ever take me,
And the long road will ease my pain;
No gem of womankind will make me,
E'er whisper love's words again
For in drink I'll seek good company,
My ears will ring with the tavern's laughter,
And I'll hear not her last sweet sighs;
Then who's to know in the morning after,
That I long for her dear dark eyes?
Blacker still is the winter's turning,
As the sadness of parting proves;
And brighter now is the lantern burning,
That lightens my path to love
No fiddle tune can take the air,
But I'll see her swift feet a-dancing,
And the swirl of her long brown hair;
Her smiling face and her dark eyes glancing,
As we stepped out Blinkbonny Fair
And if my waiting prove in vain,
I will pack and track ever take me,
And the long road will ease my pain;
No gem of womankind will make me,
E'er whisper love's words again
For in drink I'll seek good company,
My ears will ring with the tavern's laughter,
And I'll hear not her last sweet sighs;
Then who's to know in the morning after,
That I long for her dear dark eyes?