As I came by the shore o'Forth,And in by the craigs o'Bernie;
There I spied a ship on the sea,And the skipper o'her was Charlie.
O'er the water,and o'er the sea,O'er the water to Charlie;
I'll gie John Ross another bawbie,To boat me o'er to Charlie.
Charlie keeps nae needles nor pins,And Charlie keeps nae trappin';
But Charlie keeps twa bonnie black een,Would haud the lasses waukin'.
O'er the water,and o'er the sea,O'er the water to Charlie;
I'll gie John Ross another bawbie,To boat me o'er to Charlie.
O Charlie is neither laird nor lord,Nor Charlie is a caddie;
But Charlie has twa bonnie red cheeks,And he's my juggler laddie.
O'er the water,and o'er the sea,O'er the water to Charlie;
I'll gie John Ross another bawbie,To boat me o'er to Charlie.
A pinch o'snuff to poison the whigs,A gill o'Geneva to drown them;
And he that winna drink Charlie's health,May roaring seas surround him.
O'er the water,and o'er the sea,And o'er the water to Charlie;
I'll gie John Brown another half-crown,To boat me o'er to Charlie.
ADMIRAL HOSIER'S GHOST.
As near Porto-Bello lying On the gently swelling flood,At midnight with streamers flying Our triumphant navy rode;
There while Vernon sate all-glorious From the Spaniards'late defeat:
And his crews,with shouts victorious,Drank success to England's fleet: