Classic Poem

TUNE — " THE BOATMAN. "

Y E gales that gently wave the sea,
And please the canny boatman,
Bear me frae hence, or bring to me
My brave, my bonny Scotman.
In haly bands
We join'd our hands,
Yet may not this discover,
While parents rate
A large estate,
Before a faithful lover.

But I lure chuse in Highland glens
To herd the kid and goat — man,
Ere I cou'd for sic little ends
Refuse my bonny Scotman.
Wae worth the man
Wha first began
The base ungenerous fashion,
Frae greedy views,
Love's art to use,
While strangers to its passion.

Frae foreign fields, my lovely youth,
Haste to thy longing lassie,
Wha pants to press thy bawmy mouth,
And in her bosom hawse thee.
Love gi'es the word,
Then haste on board;
Fair winds, and tenty boatman,
Waft o'er, waft o'er,
Frae yonder shore,
My blyth, my bonny Scot — man.