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O'er the lee-beam is the land, boys;
Let the guns o'erboard be thrown;
To the pumps come every hand, boys;
She our mizen-mast is gone:
The leak we've found, it cannot pour fast,
We've lighten'd her a foot or more;
Up and rig a jury foremast;
She rights, she rights, boys! wear off shore.
Now once more on joys we're thinking,
Since kind fortune spar'd our lives:
Come, the can, boys, let's be drinking,
To our sweethearts and our wives.
Fill it up, about ship wheel it,
Close to th' lips a brimmer join;
Where's the tempest now? who fears it?
None! our danger's drown'd in wine.
THE BOATIE ROWS.
O weel may the boatie row,
And better may it speed;
And liesome may the boatie row,
That wins my bairns' bread;
The boatie rows, the boatie rows,
The boatie rows indeed;
And weel may the boatie row,
That wins the bairns' bread.
When Jamie vow'd he wad be mine,
And wan frae me my heart,
