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My kurtch I put upon my head,
And dress'd mysel' fu' braw,
I trow my heart was douf an' wae,
When Jamie gaed awa',
But weel may the boatie row,
And lucky be her part;
And lightsome be the lassie's care
That yields an honest heart.

When Sawney, Jock, and Janetie,
Are up and gotten lear,
They'll help to gar the boatie row,
And lighten a' our care.
The boatie rows, the boatie rows,
The boatie rows fu' weel,
And lightsome be her heart that bears
The murlain and the creel.

And when wi' age we'rt worn down,
And hirpling round the door,
They'll row to keep us dry and warn,
As we did them before.
Then weel may the boatie row,
She wins the bairns' bread;
And happy be the lot o' a'
That wish the boatie speed.
 
FINIS
 J. Neilson, printer.