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OUR FAMILIAR SONGS.
I cuist my line in Largo Bay,
And fishes I caught nine ; They're three to roast, and three to boil,
And three to bait the line. The boatie rows, the boatie rows,
The boatie rows indeed; And happy be the lot of a'
That wish the boatie speed.
O weel may the boatie row
That fills a heavy creel, And cleads us a' frae head to feet,
And buys our parritch 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 vowed he wad 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 lade
When love bears up the creel.
My kurtch I put upon my head,
And dressed myseF fu' braw, I trow my heart was dowf and 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 Sawnie, Jock, and Janette
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 the heart that bears
The murlan and the creel.
When we are auld and sair bowed down,.
And kirplin at the door, They'll row to keep us dry and warm,
As we did them before : Then weel may the boatie row
That wins the bairn's breed, And happy be the lot of a'
That wish the boatie speed.
O SWIFTLY GLIDES THE BONNIE BOAT!
Joanna Baillie, author of the words of the following song, was born in Both well, Lanarkshire, Scotland, September 11, 1762. She spent her early years on the romantic banks of the Clyde, and was noted in the country-side for her activity and courage in out­door sports. One day, she and her brother were riding double on a horse, when the animal threw and hurt the brother, but oould not unseat the sister, and a farmer in amazement exclaimed, " Look at Miss Jack! She sits her horse as if it were a bit of herself." Sh© was once telling Lucy Aikin, that at nine she could not read plainly, when her sister checked her, and said, "At nine! Joanna, you could not read well at eleven." Joanna was sent








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