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Dear youth, she cried, and canst thou haste away?
My heart will break—a little moment stay.
Alas ! I cannot—I cannot part from thee.
The anchor’s weighed——farewell! farewell! remem-
ber me!
Weep not, my love, I trembling said;
Doubt not a constant heart like mine.
I ne’er can meet another maid
Whose charm can fix my heart like thine.
Go, then, she cried, but let thy constant mind
Oft think on her thou leavest in tears behind,
A maid—this last embrace my pledge shall be.
The anchor’s weighed—farewell! farewell! remem-
ber me!
THE BOATIE ROWS.
O weel may the boatie row,
And better may she speed;
And liesome may the boatie row
That wins the bairns’ bread;
The boatie rows, the boatie rows,
The boatie rows indeed;
And weel may the boatie row,
That wins my bairns’ bread.
When Jamie vow’d he wad be mine
And wan 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 load,
When love bears up the creel.
