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 It is the moon, I ken her horn,

That's blinkin in the lift sae hie;

She shines sae bright to wyle us hame,

But by my sooth she'll wait a wee!

We are na fou, &c.

Wha first shall rise to gang awa,

A cuckold, coward loun is he!

Wha first beside his chair shall fa',

He is the king amang us three!

We are na fou, &c.

, think on my fate! once I freedom enjoy d,

Was as happy as happy could be,

But pleasure is fled! even hope is destroy'd,

A captive, alas! on the sea.

I was ta'en by the foe, 'twas the flat of fate

To tear me from her I adore,

But thought brings to mind my once happy state,

I sigh, while I tug at the oar.

Hard, hard is my fate! oh, how galling my chain,

My life's steer'd by misery's chart;

And though 'gainst my tyrants I scorn to complain,

Tears gush forth to ease my full heart.

I disdain e'en to shrink, though I feel the sharp lash,

Yet my breast bleeds for her I adore,

While around me the unfeeling billows will dash,

I sigh! and still tug at the oar.

How fortune deceives—I had pleasure in tow,

The port where she dwelt we'd in view