16 Now with tears of grief and sorrow, Across the herring pond I go; Is there no friend I can borrow, Blunt to pay the debts I owe.
Perhaps when I've cut my lucky, Folks of me will turn their head; Give my love to Poll my ducky, Bid her think on her poor Ted.
THIGHLAND MINSTREL BOY.
I ha wander'd mony a night in June Along the banks of Clyde, Beneath a bright and bonnie moon, Wi' Mary at my side ; As summer was she to mine e'e, And to my heart a joy, And weel she lo'ed to roam wi' me. Her Highland minstrel boy.
Oh, her presence could on every star New brilliancy confer, And I thought the flowers were sweeter far When they were seen with her; Her brow was calm as sleeping sea, Her glance was full o' joy, And oh, her heart was true to me, Her Highland minstrel boy.
