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,