Many years ago when I was in my prime I met with bonnie Eilidh around the harvest time I courted her so well that she said she would be mine And I won my darling Eilidh As we were walking all along the golden sand Sweetly she'd turn and hold me by the hand She'd look into my eyes, and it made me feel so grand To be with you, my darling Eilidh Down to the glen where the wild eagles fly Down to the place where my bonnie Eilidh lies I'll brush away the tears and I'll try not to cry As I think of my darling Eilidh My life is fading with each falling grain of sand Soon I must go to a far and distant land I hope that once I'm there, I'll again hold the hand Of my own dear darling Eilidh Down to the glen where the pines, they grow tall There I'll lie down and await the angels' call For all I want to do is die after all And be with you, my darling Eilidh Sweet grows the heather on the side of the hill Where I would go walking with my Eilidh McGill I loved her then and I love her still How I miss you, my darling Eilidh