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118 Music of the Waters. |
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" My mother sent me out one day To gather cockles frae the sea ; But I had not been lang away,
When the fisher lad gat had o' me. O ! the bonny fisher lad,
That brings the fishes frae the sea, O ! the bonny fisher lad,
The fisher lad gat had o' me.
" A sailor I will never marry,
Nor soldier, for he's got no brass; But I will have a fisher lad, Because I am a fisher lass. O ! the bonny fisher lad,
That brings the fishes frae the sea, O ! the bonny fisher lad,
The fisher lad gat had o' me."
BLAW THE WIND SOUTHERLY. |
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" Blaw the wind southerly, southerly, southerly, Blaw the wind southerly, south, or south-west; |
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