She's fair an' fause/Kitty of the Clyde

Kitty of the Clyde.

A boat danc’d on Clyde's bonny stream,
⁠when winds were rudely blowing,
There sat wha might the Goddess seem,
⁠of the waves, beneath her flowing;
But no a mortal fair was she,
⁠surpassing a' beside !
And youths a'spear'd her choice to be,
⁠sweet Kitty o' the Clyde.

I saw the boatman spread a sail,
⁠and while his da(illegible text)ness nothing,
The boat was upset by the gale,
⁠I saw sweet Kitty floating!
I plung'd into the silver wave,
⁠wi' Cupid for my guide,
And thought my life well to save,
⁠sweet Kitty o' the Clyde.

But K ty's aye a high-born fair,
⁠a lowly name I carry;
Nor can wi' lordly Thanes compare,
⁠who woo the maid to marry:
But she ne'er scornfu' looks on me,
⁠and joy may yet betide?
For hope dares flatter mine may be,
⁠sweet Kitty o' the Clyde.