Page:Popular songster.pdf/22

                     22 0 muckle lighter grew my creel. He swore we’d never part ; The beetle 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. The boatie rows, the bpatie rows, The boatie rows fu’ weel, And lightsome be 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 we did them before ; Then weel may the boatie row, She wins the bairns’ bread ; And happy be the lot of a’ That wish the boatie speed,

BONNY JEAN. There was a lass and she was fair. At kirk and market to ho seen. When a’ the fairest maids were met, The fairest maid was bonny Jean.