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 O mucklo lighter grew my creel, He swore we'd never part: The boatie rows, the boatie rows, The boatie rows fu' weel, And muckle lighter is the load, When love bears up the creel.

When Sawney, Jock an' Janetie, Are up and gotten lair; They'll help to gar the boatie row, And lighten a' our care. Tho boatie rows, tho boatie rows, The boatie rows fu' weel, And lightsome bo her heart that bears The murlain and the creel.

And whan wi' age we're worn down, And hirpling round the door, They'll help to keep us dry and warm, As wo did them before; Then weel may the boatie row, She wins the bairns' bread And happy be tho lot of a', That wish the boatie speed.

Thero was a lass and she was fair, At kirk and market to be seen, When a' the fairest maid were met, The fairest maid was bonny Jean.