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SALMON FISHERS |
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A gold ring on his finger.
Did you see the ship he came in ?
Did you see it comin' in ?
Every lassie wi' her laddie,
Every widow wi' her son.
Mother, struck eight o'clock,
Mother, may I get out ?
For my love is waiting
For to get me out.
First he gave me apples,
Then he gave me pears,
Then he gave me a sixpence
To kiss him on the stairs.
Oh, dear me, I wish I had my tea,
To write a letter to my love
To come back and marry me.
—Rosehearty (Rev. W. Gregor).
II. Cam' ye by the salmon fishers ? Cam' ye by the roperee ?
Saw ye a sailor laddie
Waiting on the coast for me ?
I ken fahr I'm gyain,
I ken fahs gyain wi' me;
I ha'e a lad o' my ain,
Ye daurna tack 'im fae me.
Stockings of blue silk,
Shoes of patent leather,
Kid to tie them up,
And gold rings on his finger.
Oh for six o'clock !
Oh for seven I weary !
Oh for eight o'clock !
And then I'll see my dearie.
—Fochabers (Rev. W. Gregor).
III. Come ye by the salmon fishers ? Come ye by the roperee ?
Saw ye my dear sailor laddie Sailing on the raging sea ? |
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