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The Boatie rows.

⟨O⟩ weel may the boatie row,
And better may she speed;
And leesome may the boatie row,
That wins the bairns' bread.
The boatie rows, the boatie rows,
The boatie rows indeed;
And weel may the boatie row,
That wins my bairns' bread.

⟨O⟩ weel may the boatie row,
That fills a heavy creel,
⟨And⟩ cleads us a' frae head to feet,
And buys our porrich meal
The boatie rows, the boatie rows,
The boatie rows indeed,
And happy be the lot of a'
That wish the boatie speed.

When Jamie vow'd he would be mine,
And wan frae me my heart,
⟨O⟩ muckle lighter grew my creel,
He swore we'd never part.
The boatie rows, the boatie rows,
The boatie rows fu' weel,
And muckle lighter is the load
When love bears up the creel.