Come safe from the war,

What heart-bounding joy wad I feel, O;

To the church we wad flee,

And married be,

And again he shall row in his keel, O.

O my sweet laddie, &c.

O my sweet laddie,

My canny keel laddie,

Sae handsome, sae canty, and free, O:

Tho’ far from the Tyne,