O he's a ranting roving blade! O he's a brisk and a bonnie lad! Betide what may, my heart isglad To see my lad wi' his white cockade.
Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing, 'Onward!'the sailors cry; Carry the lad that's born to be king Over the sea to Skye.
There was a lad was born in Kyle, But what na day o' what na style. I doubt it's hardly worth the while To be sae nice wi' Robin.
When I was a lad I served a term As office boy to an attorney's firm. I cleaned the windows and I swept the floor, And I polished up the handle of the big front door. I polished up that handle so carefullee That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
Clay lies still, but blood's a rover; Breath's a ware that will not keep. Up, lad: when the journey's over There'll be time enough to sleep.
With rue my heart is laden For golden friends I had, For manya rose-lipt maiden And many a lightfoot lad.
Then the world seemed none so bad, And I myself a sterling lad; And down in lovely muck I've lain, Happy till I woke again.
Our tastesgreatly alter. The lad does not care for the child'srattle, and theoldmandoesnotcarefor theyoung man's whore.
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