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Rh Now with tears of grief and sorrow, Across the herring pond I go; Is there no friend I can borrow, Blunt to pay the debts I owe.

Perhaps when I’ve cut my lucky, Folks of mo will turn their head, Give my love to Poll my ducky, Bid her think on her poor Ted.

I hae wander’d mony a night in June Along the banks of Clyde, Beneath a bright and bonnie moon, Wi’ Mary at my side; As summer was she to mine e’e, And to my heart a joy, And weel she lo’ed to roam wi’ me, Her Highland minstrel boy.

Oh, her presence could on every star New brilliancy confer, And I thought the flowers were sweeter far When they were seen with her; Her brow was calm as sleeping sea, Her glance was full o’ joy, And oh, her heart was true to me, Her Highland minstrel boy.