Braes o' Birniebouzle (1823, Edinburgh)/My Willie was a Sailor Bold
MY WILLIE WAS A SAILOR BOLD.
My Willie was a Sailor bold,He lov'd no other lass but me:To earn for Ann a store of gold,My constant Willie went to sea; When on his trembling lip—Farewell,Hung dew-drop like, I rent my heart,I felt my throbbing bosom swell,And vow'd from Willy ne'er to part.
In jacket blue and trousers neat,Snow-white that play'd around my knee,I join'd the ship in Willy's fleet.Most dear to Ann and went to sea;A storm came on, rude tempests blew,A pirate's flag appall'd each heart,We struck—they made him join their crew,I scorn'd from Willie still to part.
He knows me not as his true love,But a kind messmate proves to me;His truth, his constancy I prove,For I'm his constant theme at sea;Link'd thus by love two minds unite,Conjoin'd, each boasts a faithful heart,I'll guard him in the raging light,or e'en in death from Willy part.
FINIS.