The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 87
The Boatie Rows
The Boatie Rows.
O Weel may the boatie row,
And better may she speed;
And liesome may the boatie row,
That wins my bairns' bread;
The boatie rows, the boatie rows,
The boatie rows indeed;
And happy be the lot o' a'
That wish the boatie speed.
I cast my line in Largo bay,
An' fishes I caught nine;
There's three to fry, and three to boil,
And three to bait our line.
The boatie rows, &c.
When Sawney, Jock, and Janetic,
Are up and gotten lair,
They'll help to gar the boatie row,
And lighten a' our care.
The boatie rows, &c.
And when wi' age we're sair worn down
And hirpling round the door,
They'll help to keep us dry and warm,
As we did them before;
The boatie rows, the boatie rows,
The boatie rows indeed;
And happy be the lot o' a'
That wish the boatie speed.