Ye Gales that gently wave the Sea, & please the jolly Boatman,|
Bear me from hence, Or bring to me, My brave my bonny Scotman;
In holy Bands, we joyn'd our Hands, Yet may not this discover,
While Parents rate, A large state, Before a faithful Lover.
2. But I wou'd chuse in Highland Glens, To herd the Kid and Goatman;
3. From foreigen Fields my lovely Youth,
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