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 O'er the lee-beam is the land, boys:
 * Let the guns o'erboard be thrown;

To the pups come every hand, boys;
 * She our mizen-mast is gone:

The leak we've found, it cannot pour fast,
 * We've lighten'd her a foot or more;

Up and rig a jury foremast;
 * She rights, she rights, boys! wear off shore.

Now once more on joys we're thinking,
 * Since kind fortune spar'd our lives:

Come, the can, boys, let's be drinking,
 * To our sweethearts and our wives.

Fill it up, about ship wheel it,
 * Close to th' lips a brimmer join;

Where's the tempest now? who fears it?
 * None! our danger's drown'd in wine.

O weel may the boatie row,
 * And better may it speed:

And liesome may the boatie row,
 * That wins my bairus' bread:

The boatie rows, the boatie rows,
 * The boatie rows indeed;

And weel may the boatie row,
 * That wins the bairns' bread.

When Jamie vow'd he wad be mine,
 * And wan frae me my heart,