Six excellent songs (1)/The chieftain's daughter

THE CHIEFTAIN’S DAUGHTER

Boatman, boatman, row me over,
⁠Row me over the flowing tide;
Nought but thanks have I to offer.
⁠Thou shalt have gold when I’m a bride;
Lady, not for gold I crave thee,
⁠But the night is wild and dark,
And in such an angry water,
⁠I do dread to launch my bark.
⁠Boatman, boatman, row me over, &c.

Boatman, ’tis not wind or water
⁠That can turn a maiden’s vow;
Know’st thou I’m Lord Ronald's daughter?
⁠Boatman, wilt thou venture now?
Lady fair, an old man blame not,
⁠I have wife and children three,
But to serve my chieftain’s daughter,
⁠I will brave the storm for thee.
⁠Boatman, ’tis not wind or water, &c.

Now the bark hath kiss’d the billow,
⁠Like some wild bird it flies to shore;
A hand hath ta’en Lord Ronald’s daughter.
⁠And the boatman returns with gold in store.
Oft on night as dark and stormy,
⁠Seated in his old arm-chair,
The aged sailor tells the story
⁠Of his chieftain’s daughter fair.
⁠Boatman, boatman, row me over, &c.