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 For every blow I gave him ten,

And ask’d would he be jealous again;

No, no, no, no, my loving wife,

If you will now but spare my life.

 

Boatman, boatman, row me over,

Row me over the flowing tide;

Nought but thanks have I to offer.

Thou shalt have gold when I’m a bride;

Lady, not for gold I crave thee,

But the night is wild and dark,

And in such an angry water,

I do dread to launch my bark.

Boatman, boatman, row me over, &c.

Boatman, ’tis not wind or water

That can turn a maiden’s vow;

Know’st thou I’m Lord Ronald's daughter?

Boatman, wilt thou venture now?

Lady fair, an old man blame not,

I have wife and children three,

But to serve my chieftain’s daughter,

I will brave the storm for thee.

Boatman, ’tis not wind or water, &c.

Now the bark hath kiss’d the billow,

Like some wild bird it flies to shore;

A hand hath ta’en Lord Ronald’s daughter.

And the boatman returns with gold in store.