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110 Music of the Waters. |
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We rowed away up te the fest— Cheerly every man ; Pat by wor geer and moored wor keel, An' moored wor keel, an' moored wor keel, Pat by wor geer and moored wor keel, Then went an' drank wor can.
Singin'—Weel may the keel, &c.
3. " Wor canny wives, wor clean fireside,
Wor bonny bairns—their parent's pride— Sweet smiles that myek life smoothly glide, We find when we gan hyem ; They'll work for us when we get aud, They'll keep us frae the winter's caud, As life declines they'll us uphaud— When young we uphaud them.
Singin'—Weel may the keel, &c." Unfortunately this roseate-hued picture of the keelman's domestic bliss is somewhat rudely dispelled by the song entitled, "The Sandgate Lass's Lament," which tells a slightly different tale.
THE SANDGATE LASS'S LAMENT. |
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" I was a young maiden truly, And lived in Sandgate Street; I thought to marry a good man, To keep me warm and neat; |
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