The air is clear the day is fine, and swiftly swiftly flows the time
The boat is floating on the tide that wafts me off from Fiunary
Chorus:
We must up and haste away, we must up and haste away
We must up and haste away, farewell, farewell tae Fiunary
A thousand, thousand tender ties awake this day my plaintive sighs
My heart within me almost dies, at thocht of leaving Fiunary
Chorus
But I must leave these happy vales, see how they fill, the spreading sails
Adieu, adieu, my native dales, farewell, farewell tae Fiunary
