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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! remem- ber 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! remem- ber 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, The 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.