O supress thy fear, lassie;
Glorious honour crowns the toil
That the soldier shares, lassie.
Heav’n will shield thy faithfu’ lover
Till the vengeful strife is over,
Then we’ll meet, nae mair to sever
Till the day we die, lassie:
Midstour bonny wools and braes,
We’ll spend our peaeceful happy days,
As blythe’s yon lightsome lamb, that play
On Loudon’s flow’ry lea, lassie.
YO. YEA.
DOWN top gallant sails, stand by braces,
for now we have weather’d the sea,
Would you lads see the girls pretty face,
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⟩
