The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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It's no when the yawl, and the licht skifts, crawl
Ower the breast o' the siller soa ;
That I look to the west for the bark I lo'e best,
And the Rover that's dear to me.
But when that the clud lays its cheeks to the flood,
And the sea lays its shouther to the shore,
When the wind sings high, and the sea-whelps cry.
As they rise frae the whitening roar
It's then that I look through the blackening rook.
And watch by the midnicht tide ;
I ken that the wind brings my rover hame.
On the sea that he glories to ride.
O, merry he sits 'mang his jovial crew,
Wi' the helm-haft in his hand
And he sings aloud to his boys in blue.
As his ee's upon Galloway's land.
" Unstent and slack each reef and tack,
Gie her sail, boys, while it may sit
She has roared through a heavier sea before,
And she'll roar through a heavier yet
When landsmen sleep, or wake and creep,
In the tempest's angry moan.
We dash through the drift, and sing to the lift
O' the wave that heaves us on.
It's brave, boys, to see the morn's blythe ee.
When the night's been dark and drear
But it's better far to lie, and our storm-locks dry,
In the bosom o' her that is dear.
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