Gin Clyde’s water be deep and fu’ o’ flood,
My malisen drown ye!’
7.
7.4 ‘fleyt,’ frightened.
He rode up yon high hill,
An’ down yon dowie glen;
The roaring o’ Clyde’s water
Wad hae fleyt ten thousand men.
8.
‘O spare me, Clyde’s water,
Gin Clyde’s water be deep and fu’ o’ flood,
My malisen drown ye!’
7.
7.4 ‘fleyt,’ frightened.
He rode up yon high hill,
An’ down yon dowie glen;
The roaring o’ Clyde’s water
Wad hae fleyt ten thousand men.
8.
‘O spare me, Clyde’s water,