Two Favourite Songs/The Bonny Boatman
For other versions of this work, see The Bonny Scot.
THE BONNY BOATMAN.
Ye gales that gently wave the sea,And please the canny boatman,Bear me frae hence, or bring to meMy brave, my bonny Scot—man:In haly bandsWe join'd our hands,Yet may not this discover,While parents rateA large estate,Before a faithfu' lover.
But I loor chuse in Highland glensTo herd the kid and goat—man, Ere I cou'd for sic little endsRefuse my bonny Scot—man.Wae worth the manWha first beganThe base ungen'rous fashion,Frae greedy viewsLovers arts to use,While stranger to its passion.
Frae foreign fields, my lovely youth,Haste to thy longing lassie,Who pants to press thy baumy youth,And in her bosom hause thee.Love gies the word,Then haste on board,Fair winds and tenty boatmen,Waft o'er, waft o'er,Frae yonder shore,My blyth, my bonny Scot—man.
FINIS.