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To the Tune of, The Boat-man.
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YE gales that gently wave the sea,
And please the canny boat-man,
Bear me frae hence, or bring to me
My brave, my bonny Scot – man:
In haly bands
We join’d our hands,
Yet may not this discover,
While parents rate
A large estate,
Before a faithfu’ lover.
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But I loor chuse in highland glens
To herd the kid and goat – man,
E’er I coud for sic little ends
Refuse my bonny Scot – man.
Wae worth the man
Wha first began
The base ungenerous fashion,
Frae greedy views
Love’s art to use,
While strangers to its passion.
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Frae foreign fields, my lovely youth,
Haste to thy longing lassie,
Wha pants to press thy bawmy mouth,
And in her bosom hawse thee.
Love gi’es the word,
Then haste on board,
Fair winds and tenty boat-man,
Waft o’er, waft o’er
Frae yonder shore,
My blyth, my bonny Scot – man.
