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coost my line in Largo Bay,
 * And fishes I catch'd nine;

There were three to boil, and three to fry,
 * And three to bait the line.

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

And happy be the lot o' a',
 * Who wishes her to speed.

O weel may the boatie row,
 * That tills a heavy creel,

and cleeds us a' frae tap to tae,
 * And buys our parritch meal.

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

Ind happy be the lot o' a',
 * That wish the boatie speed.

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

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.

My kurtch I put upo' my head,
 * And dress'd mysel' fu' braw;