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 Dear youth, she cried, and canst thou haste away?

My heart will break—a little moment stay.

Alas! I cannot—I cannot part from thee.

The anchor's weighed—farewell! farewell! remember me!

Weep not, my love, I trembling said;

Doubt not a constant heart like mine.

I ne'er can meet another maid

Whose charm can fix my heart like thine.

Go, then, she cried, but let thy constant mind

Oft think on her thou leavest in tears behind,

A maid—this last embrace my pledge shall be.

The anchor's weighed—farewell! farewell! remember me!





O weel may the-boatie row,

And better may she speed,

And liesome may the boatie row

That wins the bairns' bread;

The boatie rows, the boatie rows,

ThoThe [sic] boatie rows indeed;

And weel may the boatie row,

That wins my bairns' bread.

When, Jamie vow'd he wad be mine

And wan frae me my heart,

O muckle 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.