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Her father and her friends likewise,
her friends likewise, her friends likewise,
Her father and her friends likewise
did sorely lightly me, jo:
But were I free, as I have been,
I’d gang where I was never seen,
Even to the town of Aberdeen,
leave the birks of Abergeldie.

 

Divider from 'The Bonny Highland Lad', a chapbook printed in Falkirk in 1815

 

LASH’D TO THE HELM.

 

In storms, when clouds obscure the sky,
And thunders roll, and lightnings fly!
In midst of all these dire alarms,
I think, my Sally, on thy charms.

The troubled main,
The wind and rain,
My ardent passion prove;
Lash’d to the helm,
Shou’d seas o'erwhelm,

I’d think on thee, my love.
When rocks appear on every side,
And art is vain the ship to guide;