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90 The Song Book
LXVII
0 WEEL MAY THE KEEL ROW |
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O wha's like my Johnny, He wears a blue bonnet,
Saeleith, sae blythe, sae bonny? Blue bonnet, blue bonnet; He's foremost among the mony He wears a blue bonnet,— |
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Keel lads o' coaly Tyne : He'll set and row so tightly, Or in the dance—so sprightly— He'll cut and shuffle sightly ;
'Tis true,—were he not mine. Chappell |
A dimple in his chin : And weel may the keel row, The keel row, the keel row ; And weel may the keel row, That my laddie's in. Ritson's ' Northumbrian Garland.' |
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Tune Smiling Polly. |
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