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THE LASS OF LOCHROYAN
xvn Says, ' Row the boat, my mariners,
And bring me to the land, For yonder I see my love's castle,
Close by the salt sea strand.'
She sail'd it round, and sail'd it round,
And loud and loud cried she. ' Now break, now break your fairy charms,
And set my true-love free !'
She ys ta'en her young son in her arms,
And to the door she 's gane, And long she knock'd, and sair she ca'd,
But answer got she nane.
' O open, open, Gregory !
O open ! if ye be within; For here 's the lass of Lochroyan,
Come far fra kith and kin.
' O open the door, Lord Gregory !
O open and let me in ! The wind blows loud and cauld, Gregory,
The rain drops fra my chin.
' The shoe is frozen to my foot,
The glove unto my hand, The wet drops fra my yellow hair,
Na langer dow I stand.'