Highland Laddie (4)/Yo, yea
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YO. YEA.
Down top gallant sails, stand by braces,for now we have weather’d the sea,Would you lads see the girls pretty faces,safe moor’d at anchor here;—Yo, yea.I sail’d in the good ship Kitty,with a stiff blowing gale and rough sea,Left my Polly, the lads call so pretty,safe at anchor here;—Yo yea
She blubber’d salt tears when we parted,and cried now be constant to me,I told her not to be down-hearted,so up went the anchor;—Yo, yoa.From this time no worse nor no better,for nothing was thought of but she,Could grog or gin make me forget her,she’s my cable and anchor;—Yo, yea.
When the wind whistled harboard and ⟨starboard⟩
and the storm came on the weather and lee,The hope that I with her, should be harbou’d,was my cable and anchor;—Yo, yeaAnd now my boys, would you believe me?I return’d with rhino from sea;Mrs Polly would never receive meso again I heav’d anchor!—Yo, yea.