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The Song Book
O weel may the boatie row
That fills a heavy creel, And cleads us a' frae head to feet,
And buys our parritch-meal. The boatie rows, &c.
When Jamie vow'd he would be mine, And Avon frae me my heart,
O muckle lighter grew my creel! He swore we'd never part.
The boatie rows, the boatie rows,
The boatie rows fu' weel; And muckle lighter is the lade
When love bears up the creel.
My kurch I put upon my head, And dressed mysel fu' braw ;
I trow my heart was douf and wae,
When Jamie gaed awa'; But weel may the boatie row,
And lucky be her part; And lightsome be the lassie's care
That yields an honest heart!
When Sawnie, Jock, and Janetie
Are up and gotten lear, They'll help to gar the boatie row,
And lighten a' our care. The boatie rows, the boatie rows,
The boatie rows fu' weel; And lightsome be her heart that bears
The murlain and the creel!
And when wi' age we're worn down,
And hirpling round the door, They'll row, to keep us hale and warm,
As we did them before. Then weel may the boatie row,
That wins the bairns' bread, And happy be the lot of a',
That wish the boat to speed ! |
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Words by John E |
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