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Her yielding timbers sever,
Her pitehy seams are rent,
When heaven, all bounteous ever,
Its boundless merey sent,
A sail in sight appears,
We hail her with three cheers,
Now we sail,
With a gale,
From the Bay of Biscay, O.
THE BONNY BLUE BONNET.
O whare gat ye that bonny blue bonnet?
O silly blind body canna ye see?
I gat it frae a bonny Seots callan,
Atween Saint Johnstone and bonny Dundee.
And O, gin I saw but the laddie that gae me’t,
Fu' aft has he doudl’d me upon his knee;
But now he’s awa, and I dinna ken whare he’s,
O gin he was back to his minny and me.
My heart has nae room when I think on my dawty,
His dear rosy haffits bring tears in iny e’e;
But now he’s awa, and I dinna ken whare he’s,
Gin we could anee meet, we’s ne’er part till we do
And O, gin I saw but ny bonny Seots callan,
Fu’ aft has he doudl’d me upon his knee;
But now he’s awa, and I dinna ken whare he’s,
O gin he was back to his minny and me.
